Some of the persons assembled in that room remembered the pointing finger long afterward.
"It makes one feel very small," said Etta, turning to the breakfast-table--"at no time a pleasant sensation.

Do you know," she said, after a little pause, "I think it probable that I shall become very fond of Osterno, but I wish it was nearer to civilization." Paul looked pleased.

Steinmetz had a queer expression on his face.
Maggie murmured something about one's surroundings making but little difference to one's happiness, and the subject was wisely shelved.
After breakfast Steinmetz withdrew.
"Now," said Paul, "shall I show you the old place, you and Maggie ?" Etta signified her readiness, but Maggie said that she had letters to write, that Etta could show her the castle another time, when the men were out shooting, perhaps.
"But," said Etta, "I shall do it horribly badly.

They are not my ancestors, you know.

I shall attach the stories to the wrong people, and locate the ghost in the wrong room.