I felt quite afraid of Madame, and confounded at the suddenness of all this.
'Because Anne Wixted she says there is ghost.

How dark is this place! and so many of the Ruthyn family they are buried here--is not so?
How high and thick are the trees all round! and nobody comes near.' And Madame rolled her eyes awfully, as if she expected to see something unearthly, and, indeed, looked very like it herself.
'Come away, Madame,' I said, growing frightened, and feeling that if I were once, by any accident, to give way to the panic that was gathering round me, I should instantaneously lose all control of myself.

'Oh, come away! do, Madame--I'm frightened.' 'No, on the contrary, sit here by me.

It is very odd, you will think, ma chere--un gout bizarre, vraiment!--but I love very much to be near to the dead people--in solitary place like this.

I am not afraid of the dead people, nor of the ghosts.