"There you confess yourself a believer!" "I fear you have come to too general a conclusion.

Because I believe the Bible, do I believe everything that comes from the pulpit?
Some tales I should reject with a contempt that would satisfy even Miss Graeme; of others I should say--'These seem as if they might be true;' and of still others, 'These ought to be true, I think.'-- But do tell me the story." "It is not," replied Mr.Graeme, "a very peculiar one--certainly not peculiar to our castle, though unique in some of its details; a similar legend belongs to several houses in Scotland, and is to be found, I fancy, in other countries as well.

There is one not far from here, around whose dark basements--or hoary battlements--who shall say which ?--floats a similar tale.

It is of a hidden room, whose position or entrance nobody knows.

Whether it belongs to our castle by right I cannot tell." "A species of report," said Donal, "very likely to arise by a kind of cryptogamic generation! The common people, accustomed to the narrowest dwellings, gazing on the huge proportions of the place, and upon occasion admitted, and walking through a succession of rooms and passages, to them as intricate and confused as a rabbit-warren, must be very ready, I should think, to imagine the existence within such a pile, of places unknown even to the inhabitants of it themselves!--But I beg your pardon: do tell us the story." "Mr.Grant," said Kate, "you perplex me! I begin to doubt if you have any principles.