Never was terror more eloquently depicted on any human face than on Katie's expressive countenance on this occasion. She flung herself into Dolores's arms and clung to her. Dolores said nothing, but clung to Katie in silence. "Alarrums av this sort," said "His Majesty," "isn't shuited to their delicate, narvous systems--so they isn't. I've got a dhrop av whiskey about me, if--But I suppose they wouldn't care for it." With these words "His Majesty" approached Katie for the purpose of soothing her, or of paying her some delicate compliment, but Katie contrived to keep Dolores between herself and the royal wooer till the R. W. felt baffled. "Shure it's very disthressin', so it is," said he, as he turned away. "But I'll take a luk round." He looked all around, walked by the walls, gravely peered into the fireplace, and at length came back. "There's no one here," said he. "But I saw some one," said Mrs. Russell. "Shure, thin, it was no livin' man ye saw, an' there ye have it." "No living man!" screamed Mrs. Russell. "Shure no; how could it have been? Wouldn't I a seen him, an' me wid a loight?" "Then it's a ghost!" said Mrs. Russell, with another scream. "Divil a one else," said "His Majesty." "It's the castle ghost--only I don't see why he came in modern coschume. But perhaps it isn't the castle ghost. It may be the last prisoner that was shot." This last suggestion was unspeakably horrible to Mrs. Russell. Well she knew who that _last prisoner_ was! The _last prisoner_! Oh, horror! and the apparition was _It_! And _It_ had come to her!--embraced her!--spoke words of love! It was _He_!--her once loved but now lost Johnny! The thought was too much. With a wild yell, she flung her arms around "His Majesty" and fainted. "It's mesilf," said "His Majesty," placidly, "that 'ud be the proud man to shtay here an' watch wid yez agin the ghost, but juty calls me elsewhere." As he said this, he tried to detach the arms of Mrs. Russell, who now clung to him with rigid and death-like tenacity. This, however, he could not do, and as her weight was considerable, he gravely seated himself on the floor, and implored Katie and Dolores to help him. This they did, and their united efforts succeeded in loosening Mrs. Russell's grasp. The stricken lady gave a gasp and raised her head, but "His Majesty" was too nimble for her. By a desperate movement he withdrew from her reach, and stood for a moment at a respectable distance. "Ladies," said he, "it's mesilf that 'ud be the proud man to shtay; but there's no danger in the worruld--not the laste in loife, an' this lady requires your care. So I'm thinkin' I'll be off, an' if anythin' happens agin, you sing out."