"And your ghost, will he attend you?"
"Most probably. He also is as jealous as a ghost can well be."
"Well, so be it. I shall await your coming with impatience. Now, then, we may as well go to our respective homes."
A cab was accordingly summoned, and after Mr. Woolfield had handed Philippa in, and she had taken her seat in the back, he entered and planted himself with his back to the driver.
"Why do you not sit by me?" asked the girl.
"I can't," replied Benjamin. "Perhaps you may not see, but I do, my deceased wife is in the cab, and occupies the place on your left."
"Sit on her," urged Philippa.
"I haven't the effrontery to do it," gasped Ben.
"Will you believe me," whispered the young lady, leaning over to speak to Mr. Woolfield, "I have seen Jehu Post hovering about the theatre door, wringing his white hands and turning up his eyes. I suspect he is running after the cab."
As soon as Mr. Woolfield had deposited his bride-elect at her residence he ordered the cabman to drive him home. Then he was alone in the conveyance with the ghost. As each gaslight was passed the flash came over the cadaverous face opposite him, and sparks of fire kindled momentarily in the stony eyes.