The music, that had stopped, resumed; dancing recommenced, and "all went merry as a marriage-bell." There was only one, perhaps, who thought seriously of what had taken place.

Grace, standing near the door talking to an elderly major from the city, heard Thomas' last words to his master as they went out.
"Ogden says it was him she seen, but Margery won't listen to him.

Ogden says he was out in the tamarack walk, and she mistook him in the moonlight for a ghost." Grace's thoughts went back to the night when she had seen the mysterious walker under the tameracks.

No, it was not Ogden, that old Margery had seen, else Captain Danton and his daughter would not have worn such pale and startled faces going out.
It was not Ogden, and it was not a ghost; but whose ghost did Margery take it to be?
The apparition in the tamarack walk must have resembled some one she knew and now thought to be dead, else why should she think it a spirit at all?
The whiskered major, who took Grace for one of the Captain's daughter's, and was slightly _ebris_, found her very _distraite_ all of a sudden, and answering his questions vaguely and at random.

He did his best to interest her, and failed so signally that he got up and left in disgust.
Grace sat still and watched the door.