"By your ring," she said. "I saw your father wear it when I was a little girl. Can"t we get back to the inn now?"
"Not unless you want every one to know how silly we have been."
"I wish you"d forgive me," she said when we had talked awhile, and she had even laughed at the description of the pallid young man on whom I had bestowed, in my mind, her name.
"The wrong is mutual," I said; "we will exchange forgivenesses."
"Oh, but it isn"t," she said eagerly. "Because I knew it was you, and you didn"t know it was me: you wouldn"t have tried to frighten _me_."
"You know I wouldn"t." My voice was tenderer than I meant it to be.
She was silent.
"And who is to have the house?" she said.
"Why you, of course."
"I never will."
"Why?"
"Oh, because!"
"Can"t we put off the decision?" I asked.
"Impossible. We must decide to-morrow--to-day I mean."
"Well, when we meet to-morrow--I mean to-day--with lawyers and chaperones and mothers and relations, give me one word alone with you."
"Yes," she answered, with docility.
"Do you know," she said presently, "I can never respect myself again? To undertake a thing like that, and then be so horribly frightened. Oh! I thought you really _were_ the other ghost."
"I will tell you a secret," said I. "I thought _you_ were, and I was much more frightened than you."
"Oh well," she said, leaning against my shoulder as a tired child might have done, "if you were frightened too, Cousin Lawrence, I don"t mind so very, very much."
It was soon afterwards that, cautiously looking out of the parlour window for the twentieth time, I had the happiness of seeing the local policeman disappear into the stable rubbing his eyes.
We got out of the window on the other side of the house, and went back to the inn across the dewy park. The French window of the sitting-room which had let her out let us both in. No one was stirring, so no one save she and I were any the wiser as to that night"s work.
It was like a garden party next day, when lawyers and executors and aunts and relations met on the terrace in front of Sefton Manor House.
Her eyes were downcast. She followed her Aunt demurely over the house and the grounds.
"Your decision," said my great-uncle"s solicitor, "has to be given within the hour."
"My cousin and I will announce it within that time," I said and I at once gave her my arm.
Arrived at the sundial we stopped.
"This is my proposal," I said: "we will say that we decide that the house is yours--we will spend the 20,000 in restoring it and the grounds. By the time that"s done we can decide who is to have it."
"But how?"
"Oh, we"ll draw lots, or toss a halfpenny, or anything you like."
"I"d rather decide now," she said; "_you_ take it."
"No, _you_ shall."
"I"d rather you had it. I--I don"t feel so greedy as I did yesterday,"
she said.
"Neither do I. Or at any rate not in the same way."
"Do--do take the house," she said very earnestly.
Then I said: "My cousin Selwyn, unless you take the house, I shall make you an offer of marriage."
"_Oh!_" she breathed.
"And when you have declined it, on the very proper ground of our too slight acquaintance, I will take my turn at declining. I will decline the house. Then, if you are obdurate, it will become an asylum. Don"t be obdurate. Pretend to take the house and----"
She looked at me rather piteously.
"Very well," she said, "I will pretend to take the house, and when it is restored----"
"We"ll spin the penny."
So before the waiting relations the house was adjudged to my cousin Selwyn. When the restoration was complete I met Selwyn at the sundial.
We had met there often in the course of the restoration, in which business we both took an extravagant interest.
"Now," I said, "we"ll spin the penny. Heads you take the house, tails it comes to me."
I spun the coin--it fell on the brick steps of the sundial, and stuck upright there, wedged between two bricks. She laughed; I laughed.
"It"s not _my_ house," I said.
"It"s not _my_ house," said she.
"Dear," said I, and we were neither of us laughing then, "can"t it be _our_ house?"
And, thank G.o.d, our house it is.