"I haven't exactly seen anything.
But--well, the truth is, Miss Farrow, that I do feel sometimes as if Wyndfell Hall was haunted by the spirit of my poor friend Milly, Mr.
Varick's wife.

Perhaps I feel as I do because, of course, I know that this strange and beautiful old house was once her home.

It's pathetic, isn't it, to see how very little remains of her here?
One might, indeed, say that nothing remains of her at all! I haven't even been able to find out which was her room; and I've often wondered in the last two days whether she generally sat in the hall or in that lovely little drawing-room." "I can tell you one thing," said Blanche rather shortly, "that is that there is a room in this house called 'the schoolroom.' It's between the dining-room and the servants' offices.

I believe it was there that Miss Fauncey, as the people about here still call her, used to do her lessons, with a rather disagreeable woman rejoicing in the extraordinary name of Pigchalke, who lived on with her till she married." "That horrible, horrible woman!" exclaimed Helen.

"Of course I know about _her_.