"My agreement with the theater. Couldn't find it high or low in the place; though I was pretty sure that I had put it into that very trunk. Three weeks after it had disappeared, lo and behold! my agreement comes to me one morning through the post! No letter with it, not a word of explanation, just the blessed agreement of itself staring me in the face, like a miracle. Now, I'm rather off miracles--aren't you? So I said to myself--" "But stay, what was the postmark on the envelope which brought you back this agreement?" asked David. "Just London, and a six-barred gate." "You couldn't perhaps find that envelope now?" "Now, do I look like anybody who ties up old envelopes in packets? Or do you take me for an old maid? Because, if you do, just let me know." "Certainly not an old one," said David. "But how as to the second visit of the ghost?" "The second time it was about three in the morning. Jenny did not see her then; but we both woke up at the same moment without any apparent cause--we were sleeping together, you may bet your last dollar on that!--and we both smelled something like violets, and we heard a sound, too, like the top of the piano being shut down. 'Miss L'Estrange,' Jenny whispered into my ear, 'there's something in the drawing-room.'--'Go, Jenny,' I whispered to her, 'and see what it is.'--'You go, Miss L'Estrange,' Jenny whispered to me, 'you being the mistress; and I'll come after.'--'But you are the servant,' I whispered to her, 'you go.'--'No, Miss L'Estrange,' she whispered back, 'you are braver than me, you go, and I'll come after.'--'No, you know that you are much the bravest, Jenny, so don't be such a coward,' I whispered to her, 'and I'll come after.' It was like a farcical comedy. At this we heard something like a chair falling upon the carpet in the drawing-room, and now we were in such a state of fright that we couldn't move our hands, to say nothing of our feet. Then a long time passed, we didn't hear anything more; so, after about half an hour of it, Jenny and I together made a rush for the switch, and got out into the drawing-room. Then again we scented a faint something like violets; but nobody was there, and we neither saw nor heard anything more." "So, after that second experience, I suppose, you would stay no longer in the flat?" said David. "I did stay a few days. It wasn't altogether the ghost that drove me away, though that may have had something to do with it, but the cheek and the meanness of the man who put me there." "Of the--Ah, I beg pardon," said David, with lowered lids.