Haward struck a silver bell, and bade Juba bring another bottle.
"When do you come again to the house at Fair View ?" asked the storekeeper.
"Very shortly.

It is a lonely place, where ghosts bear me company.

I hope that now and then, when I ask it, and when the duties of your day are ended, you will come help me exorcise them.

You shall find welcome and good wine." He spoke very courteously, and if he saw the humor of the situation his smile betrayed him not.
MacLean took a flower from the bowl, and plucked at its petals with nervous fingers.

"Do you mean that ?" he asked at last.
Haward leaned across the table, and their eyes met.