If so, it must be since I left, for I never heard of anything of the sort, nor are Aylward and your uncle likely people to see ghosts.
In fact Sir Robert wished to give me about L17,000 for the thing only the day before yesterday, which doesn't look as though it had been frightening him." "Well, he won't repeat the offer, Alan, for I heard him promise my uncle only this morning that it should be sent back to Yarleys at once.

But why did he want to buy it for such a lot of money?
Tell me quickly, Alan, I am dying to hear the whole story." So he began and told her, omitting nothing, while she listened eagerly to every word, hardly interrupting him at all.

As he finished his tale they reached the door of the quaint old village church just as the clock was striking eleven.
"Come in, Alan," she said gently, "and thank Heaven for all its mercies, for you should be a grateful man to-day." Then without giving him time to answer she entered the church and they took their places in the great square pew that for generations had been occupied by the owners of the ancient house which Mr.Haswell pulled down when he built The Court.

There were their monuments upon the wall and their gravestones in the chancel floor.

But now no one except Barbara ever sat in their pew; even the benches set aside for the servants were empty, for those who frequented The Court were not church-goers and "like master, like man." Indeed the gentle-faced old clergyman looked quite pleased and surprised when he saw two inhabitants of that palatial residence amongst his congregation, although it is true that Barbara was his friend and helper.
The simple service went on; the first lesson was read.