Not very like my wraith, unless wraith of myself as I might have been." The little party were silent till Helen said, "What do you think it was, then ?" "Certainly a man, made of honest flesh and blood, though not much of either, for he was excessively thin and sickly-looking.

He just 'keerkit in,' as Malcolm says, and disappeared." "What an odd circumstance!" said Mr.Menteith.
"Not a robber, I trust.

I am much more afraid of robbers than of ghosts." "We never rob at Cairnforth; we are very honest people here.

No, I think it is far likelier to be one of those stray tourists who are brought here by the steamers.

They sometimes take great liberties, wandering into the Castle grounds, and perhaps one of them thought he might as well come and stare in at my windows." "I hope he was English; I should not like a Scotsman to do such a rude thing," cried Helen, indignantly.
Lord Cairnforth laughed at her impulsiveness.