He was surprised at my appearance, and thought I was his cousin Robert, whom he had not seen for years." At this remarkable statement the four listeners chiefly concerned looked wonderingly at each other.

The main incidents of the family feud were repeating themselves in a ghostly manner.
Ooma paid no heed to their amazement.

He staggered unsteadily to a chair and sank into it limply.

It was the chair which David Hume occupied when he slept, and dreamed.

Not even Winter saw cause for suspicion in the act.
Ooma was dying.