CHAPTER VII.
Mrs.Bollington-Watts' shrill voice once more broke the silence, which, although it was a matter of seconds only, was not without a certain peculiar dramatic quality.
"Say, what's wrong with you, Freddy?
You don't think I'm a ghost, do you?
Can't you come down and talk ?" The spell, whatever it may have been, had passed.

The young man lifted his hat and leaned over the side of the coach.
"I won't get down just now, Amy," he said.

"Tell me where you are and I'll come and see you.

How's Richard ?" Maraton, obeying a gesture from Lady Elisabeth, moved away with her, leaving Mrs.Bollington-Watts absorbed in a flood of family questions and answers.
"Come back with me now, won't you ?" she asked, a little abruptly.

"My uncle is restless and unwell this afternoon, and it will perhaps relieve him to have your decision." "What about Mrs.Bollington-Watts ?" Lady Elisabeth glanced at him for a moment.