“How could you see your face, Mrs. Mallet?” somewhat peevishly objected Lady Atherley.
But Mrs. Mallet with great dignity retorted—
“Which I looked down my nose, and it were like a corpse’s.”
“Very alarming,” said Atherley, “but easily explained. Directly you opened the door there was, of course, a draught from the open window. That draught blew the candle out and knocked something over, probably a screen.”
“La’ bless you, Sir George, it was more like paving-stones than screens a-falling.”
And indeed Mrs. Mallet was so far right, that when, to settle the weighty question once for all, we adjourned in a body to the pink bedroom, we discovered that nothing less than the ceiling, or at least a portion of it, had fallen, and was lying in a heap of broken plaster upon the floor. However, the moral, as Atherley hastened to observe, was the same.
“You see, Mrs. Mallet, this was what made the noise.”
Mrs. Mallet made no reply, but it was evident she neither saw nor intended to see anything of the kind; and Atherley wisely substituted bribery for reasoning. But even with this he made little way till accidentally he mentioned the name of Mrs. de Noel, when, as if it had been a name to conjure by, Mrs. Mallet showed signs of softening.
“Yes, think of Mrs. de Noel, Mrs. Mallet; what will she say if you leave her cousin to starve?”
“I should not wish such a thing to happen for a moment,” said Mrs. Mallet, as if this had been no figure of speech but the actual alternative, “not to any relation of Mrs. de Noel.”
And shortly after the debate ended with a cheerful “Well, Mrs. Mallet, you will give us another trial,” from Atherley.
“There,” he exclaimed, as we all three returned to the morning-room—“there is as splendid an example of the manufacture of a bogie as you are ever likely to meet with. All the spiritual phenomena are produced much in the same way. Work yourself up into a great state of terror and excitement, in the first place; in the next, procure one companion, if not more, as credulous and excitable as yourself; go at a late hour and with a dim light