"Mrs. Fairfax!" I called out: for I now heard her descending the

great stairs. "Did you hear that loud laugh? Who is it?"

"Some of the servants, very likely," she answered: "perhaps Grace

Poole."

"Did you hear it?" I again inquired.

"Yes, plainly: I often hear her: she sews in one of these rooms.

Sometimes Leah is with her; they are frequently noisy together."

The laugh was repeated in its low, syllabic tone, and terminated in

an odd murmur.

"Grace!" exclaimed Mrs. Fairfax.

I really did not expect any Grace to answer; for the laugh was as

tragic, as preternatural a laugh as any I ever heard; and, but that

it was high noon, and that no circumstance of ghostliness

accompanied the curious cachinnation; but that neither scene nor

season favoured fear, I should have been superstitiously afraid.

However, the event showed me I was a fool for entertaining a sense

even of surprise.

The door nearest me opened, and a servant came out,--a woman of

between thirty and forty; a set, square-made figure, red-haired, and

with a hard, plain face: any apparition less romantic or less

ghostly could scarcely be conceived.

"Too much noise, Grace," said Mrs. Fairfax. "Remember directions!"

Grace curtseyed silently and went in.

"She is a person we have to sew and assist Leah in her housemaid's

work," continued the widow; "not altogether unobjectionable in some

points, but she does well enough. By-the-bye, how have you got on

with your new pupil this morning?"

The conversation, thus turned on Adele, continued till we reached

the light and cheerful region below. Adele came running to meet us

in the hall, exclaiming "Mesdames, vous etes servies!" adding, "J'ai bien faim, moi!"

We found dinner ready, and waiting for us in Mrs. Fairfax's room.




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