He heard presently the sound of footsteps inside, and Master Jonathan Pillsbury, looking thinner and sadder than ever, threw open the door.

When he saw who was standing before him he stared and stared.
"Body o' me!" he cried at last, throwing up his hands.

"Is it Mr.Lennox or his ghost ?" "It's Mr.Lennox and no ghost," said Robert briskly.

"Let me in, Mr.Pillsbury.

I've grown cold standing here on the steps." "Are you sure you're no ghost ?" "Quite sure.