THE ELGRAL TELEGRAPH. 33 
little rosy fingers, and showering from 
her eyes into mine the most tender 
reproaches. “ Ah, well ! hope is not 
for me, whilst the dowager lady Muf- 
fleton with her fat jointure and her 
fat—” 
“ May go to the d— ! ” 
But, before I could perpetrate the 
rudeness, her delicate hand had closed 
my lips. Whilst I was acknowledging 
the reproof with a kiss of homage on 
the ends of her fingers, she said, 
“ Don’t you think it rather dangerous 
for one so fearful of ghosts as your¬ 
self to mention that personage whose 
name had almost escaped your lips, 
in my presence ?” 
