"The last time your hand rested on my arm, Miss Vernon, I little thought I should so soon discover what you would not reveal."
"How?"
"Do you not remember how perversely you kept silence when I wanted to find out your abode?"
"Oh, yes," with a laugh, "I was so afraid you would have found out my trick, that I took care to obey poor Mrs. Winter's commands. How strangely it all turned out!"
Not much more passed between us until we passed the old church yard, where the organist left us.
"Scarcely late enough for ghosts," said the Colonel, with a smile, "but Kate would rather like to meet one."
"Not I," said Miss Vernon; "anything troubled, as ghosts always are, would be terribly out of place this calm heavenly night; though to be sure we have a black monk who walks up and down our garden from sunset till cock crow."
"There is something strangely attractive in the romantic antiquity of your domicile. I fancy it must exercise some influence on one's spirits," said I, smiling.
"Indeed, Captain Egerton, I often tell grandpapa that I am sure we are influenced by locality as well as everything else."