the servant who answered it, he said:

"'Send Monica the housekeeper here.'

"In a few minutes Monica entered the room.

"'Did I not order you, on pain of my heaviest displeasure, never to
annoy Mrs. Dubarry by so much as the mention of the gipsy girl's name to
her?' sternly demanded Philip Dubarry.

"The old woman fell down upon her knees, and lifted up both her hands,
and exclaimed:

"'And no more I haven't, master, not once! But that don't do no good,
for _she walks_!'

"'Who walks, you old fool?'

"'_She_, the gipsy girl, master. _She walks_, and the missis sees her as
well as we do!'

"'We? Whom do you call "we," you insupportable idiot?'

"'Me and Ben the man-servant, and Betty the chambermaid, and Peggy the
parlormaid. All sees her, master. We never, none of us, see her before
the missis was brought home; but ever since that, we sees her every day;
we sees just as much of her as we used to see when she was alive!'
answered the woman, grovelling and weeping.

"'_Where_ do you see her, or fancy you see her, lunatic?' fiercely
demanded Philip Dubarry.

"'Everywhere, master! We meets her on the stairs; we sees her sitting at
the head of the table, as soon as the meal is ready, and before the
mistress comes to take the place; and we sees her lying in the unmade
beds of a morning; but always, as soon as we screams, as scream we must,
at such an object, master, she vanishes away!' answered the housekeeper.

"Philip Dubarry was awed and almost silenced,--_almost_, but not quite,
for he was the very sort of hero to browbeat others the most fiercely
when he was himself the most frightened. He rallied himself.

"'Look you here!' he furiously exclaimed; 'all this that you have just
told me is the most wicked and abominable falsehood and absurdity! And
now take notice! IF EVER I hear of one more word being uttered on this
subject in this house, or out of it, by any one of you, under any
circumstances whatever, by my blood, I will make you all wish that you
had never been born! Repeat this to your fellow-servants', and order
them from me to govern their tongues accordingly. Now go!' he thundered
at the poor old woman, who hastily picked herself up, and hurried out of
the room."

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE SPECTRE.

It was about to speak
And then it started like a guilty thing.
Upon a fearful summons.