"I could not be.

The portrait is very beautiful." "You are more like her," he repeated.
We had left the doors of the gallery ajar, and now we heard plainly a heavy foot coming up the stairs and puffing and wheezing as of a very stout, asthmatic person ascending.
"It is Bridget Kelly," he said, turning and smiling at me.

"She was much disturbed that I would not have her as _cicerone_, but she remembered me from the old days, and, seeing that I would not have her, she left me to mind the house while she did her marketing." "I found the door open when I came to it," I said.
"Bridget must have left it so.

I dare say the house has a ghostly reputation and is shunned.

And now, do you know why I did not go treasure-hunting ?" "How should I know ?" I answered him.
He caught me suddenly into his arms.
"Because, Bawn, my darling," he said, "the dead has come alive again.".