I feel sure that we are not safe here." "Quite as safe as in bed, where we cannot see anything.

How the house shakes! I believe the rain will batter in the windows before--" "Hush," whispered Gertrude, catching her arm in terror.

"What was that ?" "What ?" "I am sure I heard the bell--the gate bell.

Oh, do let us go back to bed." "Nonsense! Who would be out on such a night as this?
Perhaps the wind rang it." They waited for a few moments; Gertrude trembling, and Agatha feeling, as she listened in the darkness, a sensation familiar to persons who are afraid of ghosts.

Presently a veiled clangor mingled with the wind.