Why, Prince, Lady Carey! I can assure you that I am no ghost." He glanced from one to the other with a delicate smile of mockery parting his thin lips.

For upon the Prince's forehead the perspiration stood out like beads, and he shrank away from Mr.Sabin as from some unholy thing.

Lady Carey had fallen back across her chair.

Her hand was still pressed to her side, and her face was very pale.

A nervous little laugh broke from her lips..