I know that she had a great deal of trouble in her early life, and I believe the memory of it comes back upon her sometimes in her dreams, and gets the better of her.' 'If it was memory that wrung that agonised shriek from her just now, her recollections of the past must be very terrible.' 'Ah, sir, there is a skeleton in every house,' answered James Steadman, gravely.
This was exactly what Maulevrier had said under the yew trees which Wordsworth planted.
'Good-night, sir,' said Steadman.
'Good-night.

You are sure that Lady Maulevrier may be left safely--that there is no fear of illness of any kind ?' 'No, sir.

It was only a bad dream.

Good-night, sir.' Steadman went back to his own quarters.

Mr.Hammond heard him draw the bolts of the swing door, thus cutting off all communication with the corridor.
The eight-day clock on the staircase struck two as Mr.Hammond returned to his room, even less inclined for sleep than when he left it.