Lord Dawne afterward expressed the feeling of the whole household when he declared: "Well, it never did and it never would have occurred to me to look for them in their own rooms." He remained behind with them in the breakfast room that morning when the others withdrew. "I suppose we shall be sent for directly," said Angelica resignedly. Diavolo grinned. "I say, how did you feel last night when it was all going on?" she inquired. "Awfully nice," he rejoined. "I had little warm shivers all over me." "So had I," she said, "like small electric shocks; and I believed in the ghost and everything. I expect that is why that kind of supernatural business is kept up, because it makes people feel creepy and nice. You can't get the same sensation in any other way, and I dare say there are lots of people who wouldn't like to lose a whole set of sensations. I should think they're the kind of people who collect the remains of a language to save it when it begins to die out." "I should say those were intelligent people," her uncle observed. Angelica looked at him doubtfully. "Well, at any rate, _I_ should like to believe in ghosts," said Diavolo. "So should I," said Angelica, "in fun, you know; and I was thinking so last night; but then I could not help noticing what a fool Aunt Fulda was making of herself, and grandpapa looked such a precious old idiot too. They weren't enjoying it a bit, You were the only one of the family, Uncle Dawne, who believed and looked dignified." "Who told you I believed?" he asked. "Well, I'm not sure that you did," Angelica answered. "But at all events, your demeanour was respectful--hence the dignity, perhaps!" "If yours were a little more respectful you would gain in dignity too, I imagine," Diavolo observed. Angelica boxed his ears promptly, whereupon her uncle took her to task with unusual severity for him: "You are quite grown up now," he said. "You talk like a mature woman, and act like a badly brought up child of ten. You are always doing something ridiculous too. I should be ashamed to have you at my house." Angelica looked amazed. "Well, it is your fault as much as anybody's," she burst out when she had recovered herself. "Why don't you make me something of a life? You can't expect me to go on like this forever--getting up in the morning, riding, driving, lessons, dressing, and bed. It's the life of a lapdog." She got up, and going to one of the windows, which was open, leant out. Dawne and Diavolo followed her. As the former approached, she turned and looked him full in the face for an answer. "You will marry eventually--" he began.