Patsey will make a fire." "It's rather gloomy, isn't it ?" "Shall I bring you wine?
I have the key to the cellar." "Brandy, if you please.

The place feels as if it had been shut up for a century." "It was your uncle's room.

Do you mind sleeping here?
It's the easiest to get ready." "Not with a fire--and I may have a lamp, I suppose ?" At his question Patsey appeared with an armful of resinous pine, and a few minutes later, a cheerful blaze was chasing the shadows up the great brick chimney.

When Molly returned with the brandy, Gay was leaning against the mantelpiece idly burning a bunch of dried cat-tails he had taken from a blue-and-white china vase.
"It's a gloomy old business, isn't it ?" he observed, glancing from the high canopied bed with its hangings of faded damask to an engraving of the Marriage of Pocahontas between the dormer-windows.

"If there are ghosts about, I suppose I'd better prepare to face them." "Only in the west wing, the darkies say, but I think they are bats.
As for those in the haunt's walk, I never believed in them.