"We have no leisure for idle talk.

Come!" He moved his ghostly truncheon toward the window, and laid his hand upon the other's arm.

At his touch the body of the Haunted Man seemed to become as thin and incorporeal as that of the Goblin himself, and together they glided out of the window into the black and blowy night.
In the rapidity of their flight the senses of the Haunted Man seemed to leave him.

At length they stopped suddenly.
"What do you see ?" asked the Goblin.
"I see a battlemented mediaeval castle.

Gallant men in mail ride over the drawbridge, and kiss their gauntleted fingers to fair ladies, who wave their lily hands in return.