CHAPTER XXIV.
LADY HONORIA TAKES THE FIELD Geoffrey hurried to the Vicarage to fetch his baggage and say good-bye.
He had no time for breakfast, and he was glad of it, for he could not have eaten a morsel to save his life.

He found Elizabeth and her father in the sitting-room.
"Why, where have you been this wet morning, Mr.Bingham ?" said Mr.
Granger.
"I have been for a walk with Miss Beatrice; she is coming home by the village," he answered.

"I don't mind rain, and I wanted to get as much fresh air as I could before I go back to the mill.

Thank you--only a cup of tea--I will get something to eat as I go." "How kind of him," reflected Mr.Granger; "no doubt he has been speaking to Beatrice again about Owen Davies." "Oh, by the way," he added aloud, "did you happen to hear anybody moving in the house last night, Mr.Bingham, just when the storm was at its height?
First of all a door slammed so violently that I got up to see what it was, and as I came down the passage I could almost have sworn that I saw something white go into the spare room.

But my candle went out and by the time that I had found a light there was nothing to be seen." "A clear case of ghosts," said Geoffrey indifferently.