You aren't thinking of taking the house yourself, I suppose ?" added Peacock wishfully.
"No, thank you.

My nerves are in good order just now; I don't want to upset them by inhabiting a house with so evil a reputation." "Ah! that's what every one says," sighed the grocer.

"I wish that Berwin, or Vrain, or whatever he called himself, had chosen some other place to be killed in." "I'm afraid people who meet with unexpected deaths can't arrange these little matters beforehand," said Lucian drily, and walked away, leaving the unfortunate landlord still lamenting over his unlucky possession of a haunted and blood-stained mansion.
Before going to No.

13, Lucian walked down the street leading into Geneva Square, in order to meet Diana, who was due at eleven o'clock.
Punctual as the barrister was, he found that Miss Vrain, in her impatience, was before him; for he arrived to see her dismiss her cab at the end of the street, and met her half way down.
His heart gave a bound as he saw her graceful figure, and he felt the hot blood rise to his cheeks as he advanced to meet her.
Diana, quite unconscious of having, like her namesake, the moon, caused this springtide of the heart, could not forbear a glance of surprise, but greeted her coadjutor without embarrassment and with all friendliness.

Her thoughts were too taken up with her immediate task of exploring the scene of the crime to waste time in conjecturing the reason of the young man's blushes.