It seemed impossible, and if it were not that, it was a private matter of my own.
Presently that matter dropped, and there was a short silence.

I heard then the sounds of shuffling feet plainly enough from somewhere close at hand, and thought that the wall between us and the guest hall must be somewhat thinner than it would seem, so that the sound came through thence.

Sighard heard it also, and rose up quietly and looked into the inner chamber.
"What is it ?" asked Ethelbert, as he came back and sat down again.
"Naught, lord.

I thought I heard footsteps in your bedchamber; but there is nothing there.

A strange house has strange sounds, and it takes time to get used to them." "Some one passing under the window," said Selred the chaplain, laughing.
The little noise ceased, and we forgot it.