"As well as can be expected, after seeing a ghost!"
"Did she see a ghost, though?" asked Rose, opening her hazel eyes.
"Of course she did; and my advice to you, Miss Rose, is to go to bed every night at dark, and to sleep immediately, with your head covered up in the bed-clothes, or you may happen to see one too."
"Thank you for your advice, which I don't want and won't take. Whose ghost did she see?"
"The ghost of Hamlet's father, perhaps—she doesn't know; before she could take a second look it vanished in a cloud of blue flame, and she swooned away!"
"Doctor Danton," said Rose, sharply, "I wish you would talk sense. I'll go and ask Agnes herself about it. I want to get at the bottom of this affair."
"A very laudable desire, which I regret being obliged to frustrate," said Doctor Danton, placing himself between her and the door.
"You!" cried Rose, drawing herself up. "What do you mean, sir?"
"As Miss Agnes Darling's medical attendant, my dear Miss Rose,—deeply as it wounds me to refuse your slightest request—I really must forbid any step of the kind. The consequences might be serious."
"And I am not to see her if I choose?" demanded Rose, her eyes quite flashing.