"I hope the servants don't know," groaned Gwen.
"I don't think any one knows, but just ourselves," said May, in a soothing voice; "and no one but ourselves need know about it."
"Oh, it's horrible!" groaned Gwen again. "I can't bear it!"
"It is hard to bear," said May, as she smoothed the girl's brow.
After a little silence Gwendolen suddenly said—
"You don't believe in that ghost?"
"The ghost?" said May, a little surprised at this sudden deviation from the cause of Gwendolen's grief.
"You thought it was silly?" said Gwen, tentatively.
"Not silly, but fanciful," said May.
Gwendolen moved her head. "I think I was; but I still see him, and I don't want to. I have begun to think about him, now, this evening. I had forgotten before——"