"We were both to blame," answered Mivanway. But this time there was less submission in her tones. "But I was the most at fault. I was a petulant child. I did not know how deeply I loved you."
"You loved me?" repeated the voice of Charles, and the voice lingered over the words.
"Surely you never doubted it," answered the voice of Mivanway. "I shall love you always and ever."
The figure of Charles sprang forward as though it would clasp the ghost of Mivanway in its arms, but halted a step or two off. "Bless me before you go," he said; and with uncovered head the figure of Charles knelt to the figure of Mivanway.
Really ghosts could be exceedingly nice when they liked. Mivanway bent graciously towards her shadowy suppliant, and as she did so, her eye caught sight of something on the grass beside it; that something was a well-colored meerschaum pipe. There was no mistaking it for anything else even in that treacherous night; it lay glistening where Charles, in falling upon his knees, had jerked it from his breast pocket.
Charles, following Mivanway's eyes, saw it also, and the memory of the prohibition against smoking came back.
Without stopping to consider the futility of the action—nay, the direct confession implied thereby—he instinctively grabbed at the pipe, and rammed it back into his pocket; and then an avalanche of mingled understanding and bewilderment, fear and joy, swept Mivanway's brain before it. She felt she must do one of two things—laugh or scream, and go on screaming; and she laughed. Peal after peal of laughter she sent echoing among the rocks, and Charles, springing to his feet, was just in time to catch her as she fell forward, a dead weight into his arms.
Ten minutes later the eldest Miss Evans, hearing heavy footsteps, went to the door. She saw what she took to be the spirit of Charles Seabohn staggering under the weight of the lifeless body of Mivanway, and the sight not unnaturally alarmed her. Charles's suggestion of a stimulant, however, sounded human, and the urgent need of attending to Mivanway kept her mind from dwelling upon problems tending towards insanity.
Charles carried Mivanway to her room and laid her upon the bed. "I'll leave her with you," he whispered to the eldest Miss Evans. "It will be better for her not to see me until she is quite recovered. She has had a shock."
Charles waited in the dark parlor for what seemed to him an exceedingly long time. But at last the eldest Miss Evans returned.