Bertram Chesleigh found himself quite a hero a few minutes after he had returned to the house. But though they praised his bravery, everyone chaffed him because he had failed to get the kiss from the beautiful phantom. CHAPTER V. "Father, where is Golden this morning?" Old Hugh Glenalvan looked up with a frightened start as his son came into his presence with a stern brow and heavy footstep. It was the morning after the Glenalvans' little party, and the old man was sitting in the sunny bay-window, thinking of his little sunbeam, as he called her lovingly in his thoughts. Old Dinah had been in and brought him a message to say that she was very lonely and wished her grandpa to come and see her and bring her a bunch of roses. He was just thinking of doing so, when John Glenalvan came frowningly into his presence. "Father, where is Golden this morning?" he asked, sharply, and the old man trembled with fear of, he knew not what, as he replied: "She is up in the haunted rooms where you told me to put her, John." "Come with me. I wish to see her," he said, and the old man's face grew ashen pale as he asked: "What is the matter? Has Golden done anything, John?" "You will know soon enough," was the short reply; and full of apprehension the old man led the way to his granddaughter's room. Beautiful Golden was walking up and down the dreary chamber, impatient as a captive bird. She started, and grew very pale as she caught sight of her Uncle John's stern face. She did not speak to him, but ran up to her grandfather and kissed his poor, old, wrinkled cheek. "Good-morning, dear grandpa," she said. "I am very lonely. I miss you so much. Did black mammy tell you to bring me some roses?" "Yes, dear, but I did not have the time," said the grandfather, with a tremulous voice, and stealing a glance at his son. For some inexplicable reason he stood in great fear of him. "Have done with such foolish chat, girl," broke in John Glenalvan, roughly. "So you played the ghost last night, eh, miss?" Golden gave a violent start, and clung to her grandfather. She trembled, and her sweet lips grew very pale. "You need not deny it. Your looks betray your guilt," continued John Glenalvan, roughly. "No, no, my Golden would not have done such a thing," cried her grandfather, warmly. "Who says that she did?" Golden looked anxiously into her uncle's face as that question left the old man's lips. Her heart fell at the thought that the handsome man who had kissed her by the lake, had betrayed her to her merciless uncle. But his next word relieved her from the dread. "I say so myself," he replied. "I saw and recognized her myself, as did Clare and Elinor also. She came and stood in the hall doorway where they were dancing, tricked out like the ghost of Erma Glenalvan. Deny it if you dare, miss!" The girl's quick temper flamed up at his harsh manner.