“You must speak out,” said Oswald.

“Why then,” said Joseph, “it was the present Lord Lovel.”

“You speak my thoughts,” said Oswald; “but proceed to the proofs.”

“I will,” said Joseph.

“From the time that my lord’s death was reported, there were strange whisperings and consultations between the new lord and some of the servants; there was a deal of private business carried on in this apartment.  Soon after, they gave out that my poor lady was distracted; but she threw out strong expressions that savoured nothing of madness.  She said, that the ghost of her departed lord had appeared to her, and revealed the circumstances of this murder.  None of the servants, but one, were permitted to see her.  At this very time, Sir Walter, the new lord, had the cruelty to offer love to her; he urged her to marry him; and one of her women overheard her say, she would sooner die than give her hand to the man who caused the death of her Lord; Soon after this, we were told my Lady was dead.  The Lord Lovel made a public and sumptuous funeral for her.”

“That is true,” said Oswald; “for I was a novice, and assisted at it.”

“Well,” says Joseph, “now comes my part of the story.  As I was coming home from the burial, I overtook Roger our ploughman.  Said he, What think you of this burying?—­ ‘What should I think,’ said I, ’but that we have lost the best Master and Lady that we shall ever know?’ ’God, He knows,’ quoth Roger, ’whether they be living or dead; but if ever I saw my Lady in my life, I saw her alive the night they say she died.’  I tried to convince him that he was mistaken; but he offered to take his oath, that the very night they said she died, he saw her come out at the garden gate into the fields; that she often stopped, like a person in pain, and then went forward again until he lost sight of her.  Now it is certain that her time was out, and she expected to lie down every day; and they did not pretend that she died in child-bed.  I thought upon what I heard, but nothing I said.  Roger told the same story to another servant; so he was called to an account, the story was hushed up, and the foolish fellow said, he was verily persuaded it was her ghost that he saw.  Now you must take notice that, from this time, they began to talk about, that this apartment was troubled; and not only this, but at last the new Lord could not sleep in quiet in his own room; and this induced him to sell the castle to his brother-in-law, and get out of this country as fast as possible.  He took most of the servants away with him, and Roger among the rest.  As for me, they thought I knew nothing, and so they left me behind; but I was neither blind nor deaf, though I could hear, and see, and say nothing.”

“This is a dark story,” said Oswald.

“It is so,” said Edmund; “but why should Joseph seem to think it concerns me in particular?”

“Ah, dear Sir,” said Joseph, “I must tell you, though I never uttered it to mortal man before; the striking resemblance this young man bears to my dear Lord, the strange dislike his reputed father took to him, his gentle manners, his generous heart, his noble qualities so uncommon in those of his birth and breeding, the sound of his voice—­ you may smile at the strength of my fancy, but I cannot put it out of my mind but that he is my own master’s son.”