The walls were of an immense thickness, the corners further strengthened with great blocks of granite.  The house had but two stories, with an attic under its sloping roofs, but it gave an effect of height as well as of solidity.  Behind it was another brick building, the lower part of which had been used for stables and carriage house, and the upper portion as quarters for the house slaves, in the old days.  Another smaller building, slate-roofed and ivy covered, was the spring-house, with a clear, cold little spring still bubbling away as merrily in its granite basin, as if all the Hyndses were not dead and gone.  And there was a deep well, protected by a round stone wall, with a cupola-like roof supported by four slender pillars.  And everything was dank and weedy and splotched with mildew and with mold.

O’er all there hung a shadow and a fear
A sense of mystery the spirit daunted
And said, as plain as whisper in the ear,
The place is Haunted!

When we opened the great front door, above which was the fan-light of Alicia’s hope, just as the round front porch had the big pillars, a damp and moldy air met us.  The house had not been opened since Sophronisba’s funeral, and everything—­stairs, settles, tables, cabinets, pictures, the chairs backed inhospitably against the wall as if to prevent anybody from sitting in them—­was covered with a shrouding pall of dust.

The hall was cross-shaped, the side passage running between the back drawing-room and library on one side, and the dining-room and two locked rooms on the other.  It was a nice place, that side passage, with a fireplace and settles; and beautiful windows opening upon the tangled garden.  All the down-stairs walls were paneled:  precious woods were not so hard to come by when Hynds House was built.  It was lovely, of course, but depressingly dark.

We got one of the big windows open, and let some stale damp air out and some fresh damp air in.  Then, having despatched our hackman for certain necessities, Alicia and I turned and stared at each other, another Alicia and Sophy staring back at us from a dim and dusty mirror opposite.  If, at that moment, I could have heard the familiar buzzer at my elbow!  If I could have heard the good everyday New York “Miss Smith, attend to this, please”!  God wot, if I had not literally burned my bridges behind me—­Oh, oh, I had!

“The garden around this house,”—­Alicia spoke in a whisper—­“stretches to the end of the world and then laps over.  It hasn’t been trimmed since Adam and Eve moved out.  But those crape-myrtle trees are quite the loveliest things left over from Paradise, and I’m glad we came here to see them with our own eyes!  Brace up, Sophy!  We’ll feel heaps better when we’ve had something to eat.  Aren’t you frightfully hungry, and doesn’t a chill suspicion strike you, somewhere around the wishbone, that if that Ancient Mariner of a hackman doesn’t get back soon we shall starve?”