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One two three four five six Bubbles heard the clock in the dark corridor outside her room ring out the harmonious chimes, and she turned restlessly round in her warm, comfortable bed. It was very annoying to think she would have to wait two hours for a cup of tea, but there it was! She had herself told Pegler she didn't want to be disturbed till eight o'clock.
And I never have, except with looking at him once a year, when he has never knowed it. And it's right, said poor old Mrs. Pegler, in affectionate championship, 'that I should keep down in my own part, and I have no doubts that if I was here I should do a many unbefitting things, and I am well contented, and I can keep my pride in my Josiah to myself, and I can love for love's own sake!
"I have discovered," said Sir Lyon in a rather singular tone, "that this woman Pegler saw nothing for the first few days she occupied the haunted room." Panton stared at the speaker with an astonished expression. "What exactly do you mean to imply?" he asked. Sir Lyon hesitated. He was, in some of his ways, very old-fashioned. It was not pleasant to him to bring a lady's name into a discussion.
Sparsit, fallen from her pinnacle of exultation into the Slough of Despond, was not in so bad a plight as that remarkable man and self-made Humbug, Josiah Bounderby of Coketown. Rachael and Sissy, leaving Mrs. Pegler to occupy a bed at her son's for that night, walked together to the gate of Stone Lodge and there parted. Mr.
Miss Farrow could not help observing a trifle satirically: "That certainly sounds most unpleasant." But Pegler went on, speaking with a touch of excitement very unusual with her: "It was a woman a woman with a dreadful, wicked, spiteful face! Once she came up close to my bed, and I wanted to scream out, but I couldn't my throat seemed shut up."
Some strangers of whom she knew nothing, and cared less, excepting that they were the friends of her friend and host, Lionel Varick, were to arrive at Wyndfell Hall in time for dinner. It was now six o'clock. "Well," she said patiently, "begin at the beginning, Pegler. I wish you'd sit down too somehow it worries me to see you standing there. You'll be tempted to cut your story short."
"The people about the place, ma'am." "I can't help wishing, Pegler, that you hadn't told this strange story to the servants. You see it makes it so awkward for Mr. Varick." Pegler flushed uncomfortably. "I was that scared," she murmured, "that I felt I must tell somebody, and if you tell one, as I did, you tell all. I'm sorry I did it, ma'am, for I'm afraid I've inconvenienced you."
Not very dear, however, when you deserted him in his infancy, and left him to the brutality of a drunken grandmother. 'I deserted my Josiah! cried Mrs. Pegler, clasping her hands. 'Now, Lord forgive you, sir, for your wicked imaginations, and for your scandal against the memory of my poor mother, who died in my arms before Josiah was born. May you repent of it, sir, and live to know better!
Varick's late lady, the one who used to live here " Pegler stopped speaking suddenly, and went on brushing her mistress's hair more vigorously. "Yes, Pegler?" Miss Farrow spoke with a touch of impatience. "What about Mrs. Lionel Varick?" "Well, ma'am, I don't suppose you'll credit it, but quite a number of them do say that her sperrit was there during this afternoon.
There was a painful choking feeling in his throat. "Try and tell me what you mean, Bubbles." "What I mean is clear enough" she now spoke with a touch of impatience. "I mean that wherever I am, They come too, and gather about me. It wasn't my fault that that horrible Thing appeared to Pegler as soon as I entered the house."
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