He lay awake for hours, hearing what seemed to him uncanny sounds about the house, inside and out. The night wind sighed through the heavy pale leaves of the eucalyptus trees, and set the roses and honeysuckle on the verandah posts whispering and tapping. In the stark silence, sounds came out of the other nine empty rooms as though they chose that quiet time for passing confidences. The stairs creaked as though invisible feet passed up and down. And once he could have sworn to stealthy footsteps along the verandah below his window. He laughed at his own foolishness. Ghosts, he vowed, he did not believe in, and the Sark men were notably honest. All the same it was close on daylight before he slept. When he pushed through the dewy hedge and went down to the cottage for breakfast, his hostess's eyes twinkled as she asked, "You did not see any ghosts--Noh?" "Not a ghost, but all the same it did feel a bit lonesome. What would you say to my taking Punch with me to-night, just for company?" "Yess indeed, tek him. He iss quiet. The other iss too lively." "And when do your ladies arrive?" "With the boat. When will you be pleased to have your dinner?" "I'm off to Little Sark for the day. How would seven o'clock suit you and them?" "I will mek it suit. They will haf dinner before or after. It will be quite all right." He spent the day with the dogs, scrambling among the rugged bastions at the south end of the island, investigated the old silver mines, bathed, all three, in the great basin of Venus in the hollow under the southern cliffs, and came home after sunset, tired and ravenous. "Well, have your ladies come?" he asked, as he sat down to his dinner. "Oh yess, they are come. They are gone for a walk. One of them is Miss Hen and the other iss Miss Chum." "Good Lord, what names! Two old maids, I presume,--curls and spectacles and that kind of thing!" "They are not old, noh. And they are ferry nice to look at, especially Miss Chum." "Well, well, so she ought to be to make up for her name." "They were quite put out to think of having turned you out of your roomss--" "Not half as much as I was, but you can assure them that I am delighted they came. It's as nice a house as one could wish for, and if you can arrange the meals all right I'll not trouble them in the least. How long are they going to stay?" "They are like you. They do not know. It may be a month, it may be more." "Oh well, I'll keep out of their way as much as possible. People who come to Sark come to be quiet, I expect. Don't trouble about coffee tonight, Mrs. Carre. I shall just have a smoke and then turn in. I'm tired but and I want a good night's rest." "Ah yess. Well, you will tek Punch to-night, and then you will hear no ghosts." The sky was still softly suffused with the clear rose and amber of the sunset when he leaned over the wall, as he filled his pipe, and looked out into the darkening road.