"Your lordship didn't hear it, then?" faltered the butler.
"You've been drinking, Bings," said the marquis, lifting his seventh glass of port.
"I didn't say I heard it, my lord."
"Heard what, in the name of Beelzebub?"
"The ghost, my lord."
"The what?" shouted the marquis.
"That's what they call it, my lord. It's all along of having that wizard's chamber in the house, my lord."
"You're a set of fools," said the marquis—"the whole kit of you!"
"That's what I say, my lord. I don't know what to do with them, stericking and screaming. Mrs. Courthope is trying her best with them, but it's my belief she's about as bad herself."