Those letters were our chief interest in an autumn which seemed
dreary to us, in spite of friendly visitors; for had not our family
hope and joy been extinguished? There was no direct communication
with Griffith after his unpleasant reply to my father's letter; but
Clarence saw the newly married pair on their return to Lady
Peacock's house in London, and reported that they were very kind and
friendly to him, and gave him more invitations than he could accept.
Being cross-examined when he came home for Christmas, he declared
his conviction that Lady Peacock had married Griff entirely from
affection, and that he had been--well--flattered into it. They
seemed very fond of each other now, and were launching out into all
sorts of gaieties; but though he did not tell my father, he confided
to me that he feared that Griffith had been disappointed in the
amount of fortune at his wife's disposal.
It was at that Christmas time, one night, having found an intrusive
cat upon my bed, Clarence carried her out at the back door close to
his room, and came back in haste and rather pale. 'It is quite true
about the lady and the light being seen out of doors,' he said in an
awe-stricken voice, 'I have just seen her flit from the mullion room
to the ruin.'
We only noted the fact in that ghost-diary of ours--we told nobody,
and looked no more.
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