uld like to see it?" he
asked.

"You, May," said Lady Dashwood. It seemed necessary to make it very
clear to May that they were both talking about her.

"I?" said May, with her eyes downcast. "Oh, please don't trouble. You
mustn't when you're so busy. I can see the cathedral any time. I really
like looking at churches--quite alone."

The Warden's blue eyes darkened, but May did not see them, she had
raised her paper and was smiling vaguely at the print.

The Warden said, "As you like, Mrs. Dashwood. But I am not too busy to
show you anything in Oxford you want to see."

"Thank you," said May, vaguely. "Thanks so much! Some time when you are
less busy, I shall ask you to show me something."

The Warden looked at her for a more definite reply. She seemed to be
unaware that he was waiting for it, and when she heard the movement of
his robes, and his steps and then the hall-door close, she looked round
the room and said "Oh!" again vaguely, and then she raised her eyebrows
as if surprised.

Lady Dashwood made no remark, she left the room and went into the hall.
The irony of the situation was growing more and more acute, but there
was nothing to be done but to keep silence.

Another step was coming down the stairs, steps made by a youthful wearer
of high heels. It was Gwendolen.

She looked just a little serious, but otherwise there was no trace on
her blooming countenance of last night's tragedy. A little lump on her
head was all that remained to prove that she really had been frightened
and really and truly had stupidly thought there was something to be
frightened of. Gwen constantly put her finger up to feel the lump on her
head, and as she did so she thought agreeably of the Warden.

"You see I'm not a bit frightened," she said, and her cheeks dimpled.
"When I passed near the library, I thought of Dr. Middleton."

"You understand, don't you, Gwen," said Lady Dashwood, "that I don't
want any talk about 'a ghost,' even though, you are now quite sensible
about it. I don't think the Robinsons are silly, but Louise and the
other two are like children, and must be treated as such."

"Oh no," said Gwen, innocently, "I won't!" And she meant what she said.
It was true that she had just hinted at something, perhaps she even used
the word "ghost," to the housemaid that morning, but she had made her
promise faithfully not to repeat what she had heard, so it was all
right.

"We start at half-past ten," said Lady Dashw