But not the terror of ghosts was it afflicted him.

He saw in Garnache a man who was still of the quick--a man who by some miracle had escaped the fate to which they supposed him to have succumbed; and his terror was the terror of the reckoning which that man would ask.
After a moment's pause, as if relishing the sensation he had created, Garnache rose to his feet and leapt briskly to the ground.

There was nothing ghostly about the thud with which he alighted on his feet before her.

A part of her terror left her; yet not quite all.

She saw that she had but a man to deal with, yet she began to realize that this man was very terrible.
"Garnache again!" she gasped.
He bowed serenely, his lips smiling.
"Aye, madame," he told her pleasantly, "always Garnache.