"Come out of his vault for a morning walk past your window, Mrs.G.!" "Vault! I mean young Lord Hartledon, Gum." Mr.Gum was a little taken back.

They had been so much in the habit of calling the new Lord Hartledon, Lord Elster--who had not lived at Calne since he came into the title--that he had thought of the old lord when his wife was speaking.
"He was up there, just by the turning of the road, going on to Hartledon.
Gum, I nearly dropped, I say.

The next minute he was out of sight; then I rubbed my eyes and pinched my arms to make sure I was awake." "And whether you saw a ghost, or whether you didn't," came the mocking retort.
"It was no ghost, Gum; it was Lord Hartledon himself." "Nonsense! It was just as much one as the other.

The fact is, you hadn't quite woke up out of that fine dream of yours, and you saw double.

It was just as much young Hartledon as it was me." "I never saw a ghost yet, and I don't fear I ever shall, Gum.