"
Sophia Gill thanked the minister gratefully and eagerly accepted
his offer.
"How anybody with common sense can believe for a minute in any such
nonsense passes my comprehension," said she.
"It certainly passes mine how anybody with Christian faith can
believe in ghosts," said the minister gently, and Sophia Gill felt
a certain feminine contentment in hearing him. The minister was a
child to her; she regarded him with no tincture of sentiment, and
yet she loved to hear two other women covertly condemned by him and
she herself thereby exalted.
That night about twelve o'clock the Reverend John Dunn essayed to
go to his nightly slumber in the southwest chamber. He had been
sitting up until that hour preparing his sermon.
He traversed the hall with a little night-lamp in his hand, opened
the door of the southwest chamber, and essayed to enter. He might
as well have essayed to enter the solid side of a house. He could
not believe his senses. The door was certainly open; he could look
into the room full of soft lights and shadows under the moonlight
which streamed into the windows. He could see the bed in which he
had expected to pass the night, but he could not enter.
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