I rang the bell for the parlour-maid, when the door opened, and on looking up I saw the figure of a woman come in and walk up to the side of the table, stand there a second or two, and then turn to go out again, but before reaching the door she seemed to dissolve away.

She was a grey, short-looking woman, apparently dressed in grey muslin.

I hardly saw the face, which seemed scarcely to be defined at all.

None of the children saw her," and Mrs.Rokeby only mentioned the affair at the time to her husband.
Two servants, in the next two months, saw the same figure, alike in dress at least, in other rooms both by daylight and candle light.
They had not heard of Mrs.Rokeby's experience, were accustomed to the noises, and were in good health.

One of them was frightened, and left her place.
A brilliant light in a dark room, an icy wind and a feeling of being "watched" were other discomforts in Mrs.Rokeby's lot.