The Strand Magazine: Volume VII, Issue 37. January, 1894. - An Illustrated Monthly by Unknown
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Henry's calibre could be at all under the influence of this
old-world fear. "I am sorry that we have no one to meet you," he said, after a few remarks of a commonplace character had divided us from the ghost question. "But to-morrow several friends are coming, and we hope you will have a pleasant time. Are you fond of hunting?" I answered that I used to be in the old days, before medicine and patients occupied all my thoughts. "If this open weather continues, I can probably give you some of your favourite pastime," rejoined Sir Henry; "and now perhaps you would like to be shown to your room." My bedroom was in a modern wing of the house, and looked as cheerful and as unghostlike as it was possible for a room to be. I did not rejoin my host and hostess until dinner-time. We had a sociable little meal, at which nothing of any importance occurred, and shortly after the servants withdrew, Lady Studley left Sir Henry and me to ourselves. She gave me another warning glance as she left the room. I had already quite made up my mind, however, to tell Sir Henry the motive of my visit. The moment the door closed behind his wife, he started up and asked me if I would mind coming with him into his library. "The fact is." he said, "I am particularly glad you have come down. I want to have a talk with you about my wife. She is extremely unwell." I signified my willingness to listen to anything Sir Henry might say, |
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