"It is haunted now by the ghost of Clear," said Lucian gravely. "At all events, he was murdered there, and no one cares to live in the house. I confess I shouldn't care to live in it myself. So, Peacock, finding the house unprofitable, has determined to pull it down." "So there is an end to the Silent House of Pimlico," said Diana, rising and taking her husband's arm. "Come inside, Lucian. It grows chilly." "'Tho' winds be cold and nights be drear, Yet love makes warm our hearts, my dear,'" quoted Lucian, as they went up to the house. "That is not very good poetry, but it is a beautiful truth, my love." Diana laughed, and looked up proudly into the bright face of her husband. So they went inside, and found that Miss Priscilla had made the tea, and all were very happy, and very thankful for their happiness. In this condition, which is sufficiently pleasant, I think we may leave them. THE END