31/31 He was glad when morning came, and he could escape the spectres of dream-land in the business of everyday life. He stopped in the hall on his way down stairs, to look out at the morning, wet, and cold, and dark, and miserable. As he stood, some one passed him, going up to the upper bedroom regions of the servants--a small, pallid little creature, looking like a stray spirit in its black dress--Agnes Darling. "They are not far wrong who call Danton Hall a haunted house.". |