When the grand-daughter was enjoying a Sunday night call from her "intended" it was rather embarrassing.
I said nothing to my friends about this unpleasant room.

But several were susceptible to the strange influence.

One thought she should not mind so much if the door swung open, and a portiere concealed the gloom.

So a cheerful cretonne soon was hung.

Then the fancy came that the curtain stirred and swayed as if some one or something was groping feebly with ghostly or ghastly fingers behind it.