As the night wore on, and Miss Arthur became calmed and quiet, the girl lay back in the big dressing chair, gazing into the grate, and thinking. Her thoughts were sometimes of Claire, sometimes of Clarence; of the Girards, and of Edward Percy; then of her success as a ghostess, and at this she would almost laugh. But from every subject her mind would turn again and again to one question, that repeated itself until it took the form of a goblin and danced through her dreams, when at last she slept, whispering over and over: "What is it that Cora Arthur carries in a belt about her waist? what is it? what is it?" For the girl had made a strange discovery while Cora was sitting beside Miss Arthur's bed, clad only in night's scanty drapery. CHAPTER XXV. SOME DAYS OF WAITING. Doctor Vaughan had written that he could find his way with ease to Nurse Hagar's cottage, and he did. Swinging himself down upon the dark end of the platform, when the evening train puffed into Bellair village, he crossed the track, and walked rapidly along the path that led in the direction of the cottage. He strode on until the light from the cottage window gleamed out upon the night, and his way led over the field. Half way between the stile and the cottage, a form, evidently that of a woman, appeared before him, and coming in his direction. The figure came nearer, and a voice, that was certainly not Madeline's, said: "Is the gentleman going to old Hagar's cottage?" "Are you Hagar?" replied Clarence, Yankee fashion. "I am Hagar; and you are?" "Doctor Vaughan." "Then pass on, sir; the one you seek is there." And the old woman waved her hand toward the light and hobbled on. Clarence stared after her for a moment; but the darkness had devoured her, and he resumed his way toward the cottage. In hastening to meet a friend we naturally have, in our mind, a picture. Our friend will look so, or so. Thus with Clarence Vaughan. Expecting to meet a pair of deep, sad, beautiful eyes, lifted to his own; to behold a fair forehead shadowed by soft, shining curls; judge of Clarence's surprise when the opened door revealed to him a small being of no shape in particular; a very black head of hair, surmounted by an ugly maid's cap; and a pair of unearthly, staring blue glasses. Madeline had chosen to appear "in character" at this interview. She intended to keep her own personality out of sight, and she felt that she needed the aid and concealment that her disguise would afford. She would give Claire's schemes no vantage ground. So Madeline Payne was carefully hidden away under the wig and pigment and padding; and Celine Leroque courteseyed demurely as she held the door open to admit him, and said: "Good evening, _Monsieur le Docteur_; you perceive I am here before you." "Rather, I don't perceive it. _You_ are here before me in a double sense of the word; yes. And I suppose you call yourself--" "Celine Leroque, at your service; maid-in-waiting to Miss Arthur, of Oakley."