She knew it was absurd.  She had no intention of being driven out of such a lovely place—­BUT—­

“See here, dear,” he said.  “Let’s break our rule.  We neither of us want company, but let’s, at least, have a big week ender, and perhaps we can prove to ourselves that our nerves are wrong.  One thing is sure, if you are going to get pale over it, I’ll burn the blooming house down before we’ll live in it.”

“But you mind it yourself?”

“Not a bit!”

“But you are awake.”

“Of course I am, because I know that you are.”

“Do you mean to say that if I slept you wouldn’t notice it?”

“On my honor—­I should not.”

“You are a comfort,” she ejaculated.  “I shall go right to sleep.”  And off she went, and did go to sleep.

All the same, in the morning, he insisted on the house-party.

“Let me see our list,” he said.  “Let us have no students of occult; no men who dabble in laboratory spiritualism; just nice, live, healthy people who never heard of such things—­if possible.  You can find them.”

“You see, dear,” she explained, “it would not trouble me if I heard it and you did not—­but—­”

“Oh, fudge!” he laughed.  “Just now I should be sure to hear anything you did, I suppose.”

“You old darling,” she replied, “then I don’t care for it a bit.”

“All the same we’ll have the house-party.”

So the following Saturday every room in the house was occupied.

At midnight they were all gathered in the long drawing room opening on the colonnade, and, when the hour sounded, some one was singing.  The host and hostess heard the running horses, as usual, and they were conscious that one or two people turned a listening ear, but evidently no one saw anything strange in it, and no comment was made.  It was after one when they all went up to their rooms, so that evening passed off all right.

But on Sunday night two of the younger guests had gone to sit on the front terrace, and the older people were walking, in the moonlight, in the garden at the back.  The sweet little girl, who was having her hand held, got up properly when she heard the carriage coming, and went to the edge of the terrace to see who was arriving at midnight.  She had a fit of nerves as the invisible vehicle and its running horses seemed about to ride over her.  She ran in, trembling with fear, to tell the tale, and of course every one laughed at her, and the matter would have been dropped, if it had not happened that, just at that moment a very pale gentleman came stumbling out of the house with the statement that he wanted a conveyance “to take him back to town,” that “he refused to sleep in a haunted house,” that he “had encountered an invisible person running along the corridor to his room,” in fact the footsteps had as he put it “passed right through him.”

The host broke into laughter, but he took the bull by the horns—­the facts, as he knew them, were safer than the tales which he knew would run over the city if he attempted to deny things.