"Never," was Mr. Castlemaine's reply.
"Is it not strange that some of his friends in France do not inquire after him? He must have had friends there."
"I'm sure I don't know," was the curt answer.
"What do you think became of him, uncle?"
"My dear, the affair has altogether so annoyed me that I don't care to think. We will drop it, Mary Ursula."
Now, this was not satisfactory--and Mary felt that it was not. Of course it closed her lips upon the subject of Anthony; but she put another question not much less hazardous.
"Who is that figure that shows himself sometimes as the ghost of the Grey Monk?"
"I do not understand you."
The answer caused her to pause: the tone of it was, certainly resentful.
"He walks about with his lamp, uncle."