"And denying that she was in the corridor?"
"Entirely. She says it's not possible any one could have been there, for she slept very badly last night, and must have heard the slightest movement outside, had there been any, her bed being close to the door. What do you think?" concluded Georgina.
Mr. St. John did not say what he thought: he chose rather to treat it lightly. "It might have been a sort of nightmare."
"But I never had nightmare before in my life. I seemed to see the outline of a head and face over me, though indistinctly."
"Did you think the face was Prance's?"
"It seemed to belong to somebody taller than Prance. I dare say it was a dream, after all. Don't laugh at me."
"A dream, no doubt," he said. "But Georgina, I would not mention this if I were you. I'll not laugh at it, but others might: and Mrs. Carleton would not like the idea of her door being open, or supposed to have been open in the middle of the night. If Prance has to sleep in her room, I suppose she must be of a timid nature, and she might be getting thieves and robbers into her head should she hear of this."
"I did not intend to say anything to her. But Prance most likely will."
"Prance can do as she chooses. There is another thing--I would advise you to lock your chamber door just at present."
She looked up at him with surprise. "Lock my chamber-door! What for?"