outside – or it is a clever trick."
"A trick!" I exclaimed; "what possible motive could there be for a trick?"
Phil shook his head.
"Ah," he said, "that I cannot at present say."
"And what are you going to do?"
"I shall sit up to-night in the gallery and see for myself."
"Alone?" I exclaimed, with some misgiving. For big, sturdy fellow as he was, I scarcely liked to think of him – of any one– alone with that awful thing.
"I don't suppose you or Dormy would care to keep me company," he replied, "and on the whole I would rather not have you."
"I wouldn't do it," said the child honestly, "not for – for nothing."
"I shall keep Tim with me," said Philip, "I would rather have him than any one."
Tim is Phil's bull-dog, and certainly, I agreed, much better than nobody.
So it was settled.
Dormy and I went to bed unusually early that night, for as the day wore on we both felt exceedingly tired. I pleaded a headache, which was not altogether a fiction, though I repented having complained at all when I found that poor mamma immediately began worrying herself with fears that "after all" I, too, was to fall a victim to the influenza.
"I shall be all right in the morning," I assured her.
I knew no further details of Phil's arrangements. I fell asleep almost at once. I usually do. And it seemed to me that I had slept a whole night when I was awakened by a glimmering light at my door, and heard Philip's voice speaking softly.
"Are you awake, Lel?" he said, as people always say when they awake you in any untimely way. Of course, now I was awake, very much awake indeed.
"What is it?" I exclaimed eagerly, my heart beginning to beat very fast.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all," said my brother, advancing a little into the room. "I just thought I'd look in on my way to bed to reassure you. I have seen nothing, absolutely nothing."
I do not know if I was relieved or disappointed.
"Was it moonlight?" I asked abruptly.
"No," he replied, "unluckily the moon did not come out at all, though it is nearly at the full. I carried in a small lamp, which made things less eerie. But I should have preferred the moon."
I glanced up at him. Was it the reflection of the candle he held, or did he look paler than usual?
"And," I added suddenly, "did you feel nothing?"
He hesitated.
"It – it was chilly, certainly," he said. "I fancy I must have dosed a little, for I did feel pretty cold once or twice."
"Ah, indeed!" thought I to myself. "And how about Tim?"
Phil smiled, but not very successfully.
"Well," he said, "I must confess Tim did not altogether like it. He started snarling, then he growled, and finished up with whining in a decidedly unhappy way. He's rather upset – poor old chap!"
And then I saw that the dog was beside him – rubbing up close to Philip's legs – a very dejected, reproachful Tim – all the starch taken out of him.
"Good-night, Phil," I said, turning round on my pillow. "I'm glad you are satisfied. To-morrow morning you must tell me which of your theories holds most water. Good-night, and many thanks."
He was going to say more, but my manner for the moment stopped him, and he went off.
Poor old Phil!
We had it out the next morning. He and I alone. He was not satisfied. Far from it. In the bottom of his heart I believe it was a strange yearning for a breath of human companionship, for the sound of a human voice, that had made him look in on me the night before.
For he had felt the cold passing him.
But he was very plucky.
"I'll sit up again to-night, Leila," he said.
"Not to-night," I objected. "This sort of adventure requires one to be at one's best. If you take my advice you will go to bed early and have a good stretch of sleep, so that you will be quite fresh by to-morrow. There will be a moon for some nights still."
"Why do you keep harping on the moon?" said Phil rather crossly, for him.
"Because – I have some idea that it is only in the moonlight that – that anything is to be seen."
"Bosh!" said my brother politely – he was certainly rather discomposed – "we are talking at cross-purposes. You are satisfied – "
"Far from satisfied," I interpolated.
"Well, convinced, whatever you like to call it – that the whole thing is supernatural, whereas I am equally sure it is a trick; a clever trick I allow, though I haven't yet got at the motive of it."
"You need your nerves to be at their best to discover a trick of this kind, if a trick it be," I said quietly.
Philip had left his seat, and walked up and down the room; his way of doing so gave me a feeling that he wanted to walk off some unusual consciousness of irritability. I felt half provoked and half sorry for him.
At that moment – we were alone in the drawing-room – the door opened, and Miss Larpent came in.
"I cannot find Sophy," she said, peering about through her rather short-sighted eyes, which, nevertheless, see a great deal sometimes; "do you know where she is?"
"I saw her setting off somewhere with Nugent," said Philip, stopping his quarter-deck exercise for a moment.
"Ah, then it is hopeless. I suppose I must resign myself to very irregular ways for a little longer," Miss Larpent replied with a smile.
She is not young, and not good looking, but she is gifted with a delightful way of smiling, and she is – well, the dearest and almost the wisest of women.
She looked at Philip as he spoke. She had known us nearly since our babyhood.
"Is there anything the matter?" she said suddenly. "You look fagged, Leila, and Philip seems worried."
I glanced at Philip. He understood me.
"Yes," he replied, "I am irritated, and Leila is – " he hesitated.
"What?" asked Miss Larpent.
"Oh, I don't know – obstinate, I suppose. Sit down, Miss Larpent, and hear our story. Leila, you can tell it."
I did so – first obtaining a promise of secrecy, and making Phil relate his own experience.
Our new confidante listened attentively, her face very grave. When she had heard all, she said quietly, after a moment's silence: —
"It's very strange, very. Philip, if you will wait till to-morrow night, and I quite agree with Leila that you had better do so, I will sit up with you. I have pretty good nerves, and I have always wanted an experience of that kind."
"Then you don't think it is a trick?" I said eagerly. I was like Dormer, divided between my real underlying longing to explain the thing, and get rid of the horror of it, and a half childish wish to prove that I had not exaggerated its ghastliness.
"I will tell you that the day after to-morrow," she said. I could not repress a little shiver as she spoke.
She had good nerves, and she was extremely sensible.
But I almost blamed myself afterwards for having acquiesced in the plan. For the effect on her was very great. They never told me exactly what happened; "You know," said Miss Larpent. I imagine their experience was almost precisely similar to Dormy's and mine, intensified, perhaps, by the feeling of loneliness. For it was not till all the rest of the family was in bed that this second vigil began. It was a bright moonlight night – they had the whole thing complete.
It was impossible to throw off the effect; even in the daytime the four of us who had seen and heard,