“Curiosity now overcoming fear, I at once followed. She was nowhere to be seen; nor was there any other mode of exit by which she could have made her departure than a tiny window, some four feet or so from the floor and directly overlooking the deep waters of the pond to which I have already alluded. “Here, then, was a mystery! What had I seen? Had I actually encountered a phantasm, or was I but the victim of an exceedingly unpleasant and falsidical hallucination? I preferred to think the former. “Not wishing to frighten my mother, I intended keeping the incident to myself, writing, however, a complete account of it in my diary for the current year, but, a further incident occurring to my youngest sister within the next few days, I determined to reveal what I had seen and compare notes.” The eldest Miss Rudd now concluded, and on my expressing a desire to hear more, her youngest sister very obligingly commenced: “I had been out shopping in the Triangle one morning,” she said, “and having omitted to take the latchkey, I was obliged to ring. Jane answered the summons. There was nothing, of course, unusual in this, as it was her duty to do so, but there was something extremely singular in what appeared at her elbow. “Standing close beside--I might almost say, leaning against her (though Jane was apparently unaware of it)--was a strange, a VERY STRANGE, servant-girl, with RED HAIR and the most uncanny eyes; she had on a bedraggled print dress and a cap all askew; but it was her expression that most attracted my attention--it was HORRID. “‘Oh Jane!’ I cried, ‘whoever is it with you?’ “Following the direction of my gaze, Jane immediately turned round, and, without a word, FAINTED. “That is all. The apparition, or whatever you may please to call it, vanished, and the next time I saw it was under different circumstances.” “Will you be so kind as to relate them?” I inquired. Miss Rudd proceeded: “Oh! it is nothing very much!” she exclaimed, “only it was very unpleasant at the time--especially as I was all alone. “You see, mother, being delicate, went to bed early, my sisters were at a concert, and it was Jane’s ‘night out.’ “I never, somehow, fancied the basement of the house; it was so cold and damp, reminding me not a little of a MORGUE or charnel-house; consequently I never stayed there a moment longer than was absolutely necessary, and on this night in question I was in the act of scurrying back to the drawing-room when a gentle tap! tap! at the scullery-window made me defer my departure. Entering the back kitchen, somewhat timidly I admit, I saw a face peering in at me through the tiny window.