Just like a ghost.

It makes my flesh creep now!" It did not seem such a terrible thing to her at the moment, for she had in her pocket the licence to marry the Honourable Tom Ferrol upon the morrow, and she thought, with joy, of seeing him just as soon as she set foot in the doorway of the Manor Casimbault.
It was something of a shock to her that she did not see him for quite a half hour after she arrived home, and that was half past ten o'clock.
But women forget neglect quickly in the delight of a lover's presence; so her disappointment passed.

Yet she could not help speaking of it.
"Why weren't you at the door to meet me when I came back to-night with that-that in my pocket ?" she asked him, his arm round her.
"I've got a kicking lung, you know," he said, with a half ironical, half self-pitying smile.
"Oh, forgive me, forgive me, Tom, my love!" she said as she buried her face on his breast..