It made no movement. With a look of gratitude at me our tabby lapped up the whole of the milk, and licked the saucer dry. My wife came out and, seeing what I had done, smiled. "Are you feeling better?" she asked solicitously. "There is nothing whatever the matter with me," I said, with an unreasonable show of irritation. She wisely made no reply, and I was once more left alone with my supernatural companion. Thus passed the day, and I was glad when the hour arrived for Bob Millet to make his appearance. He came punctually and was cordially received by my wife. "You are in time for tea, Mr. Millet," she said, shaking hands with him. "I want you to feel that you are really welcome here." "Indeed I do feel so," said Bob, gratified by this reception, which I fancy he hardly expected. They made a good meal, but though my wife had thoughtfully prepared a dish of which I was very fond--a tongue stewed with raisins--I ate very little. "No appetite, Ned?" said Bob. I shook my head gloomily. "He is out of sorts, Mr. Millet," said my wife, "and I am delighted you are here to cheer him up. He has me to thank for his low spirits; it is all because of my stupid wish to leave the house in which we are as comfortable as we could reasonably hope to be. I have worried him to death, almost, dragging him about against his will--though he has never complained--from morning till night for I don't know how long past. He is not half the man he was; he doesn't eat well and he doesn't sleep well, and I am to blame for it." She was ready to cry with remorse, and I felt ashamed of myself for not having the strength to battle with the delusion which surely would not torture me forever. I patted her on the shoulder, and put on a more cheerful countenance. She brightened up instantly, and then Bob asked whether we had been to 79 Lamb's Terrace. "Yes, we have," said my wife, "and I am truly thankful that we got out of it safely." "Ah!" said Bob, lifting his eyes. "You were right, Mr. Millet," said my wife, "the house is haunted." "Oh," said Bob, "I only told you what I had heard. For my part, I don't even know where Lamb's Terrace is." "Take my advice, Mr. Millet, and don't try to know. The less you see of the place the better it will be for you." "Why?" "Because it _is_ haunted," she replied with emphatic shakes of her head, "and I am much obliged to you for putting us on our guard." "Then you saw something?" My wife looked at me. "Tell him what you fancy you saw," I said. "It was not fancy," she rejoined; "I have been thinking over it during the day, and the more I think, the more I am convinced that I did see--what I saw." "I should like to hear about it," said Bob. "You shall."