The house is damp.
I enjoy myself better here on the lawn, where they are getting up a Vanity Fair.

See, the bell rings, the curtain is rising, the puppets are brought out for a new play.

Let me see." The Haunted Man was pressing forward in his eagerness, but the hand of the Goblin stayed him, and pointing to his feet he saw, between him and the rising curtain, a new-made grave.

And bending above the grave in passionate grief, the Haunted Man beheld the phantom of the previous night.
* * * * * The Haunted Man started, and--woke.

The bright sunshine streamed into the room.