"Why, Joseph will take care of the house, and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company. They will live in the kitchen, and the rest will be shut up."
"For the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it?" I observed.
"No, Mr. Lockwood," said Nelly, shaking her head. "I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity."
At that moment the garden gate swung to; the ramblers were returning.
"_They_ are afraid of nothing," I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. "Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions."
As they stepped on to the door-stones, and halted to take a last look at the moon-or, more correctly, at each other by her light-I felt irresistibly impelled to escape them again; and, pressing a remembrance into the hand of Mrs. Dean, and disregarding her expostulations at my rudeness, I vanished through the kitchen as they opened the house-door; and so should have confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his fellow-servant's gay indiscretions, had he not fortunately recognised me for a respectable character by the sweet ring of a sovereign at his feet.

'Why, Joseph will take care of the house, with perhaps, a lad to keep him company. They will live in the kitchen, and the rest will be shut up.'
'For the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it?' I observed.
'No, Mr. Lockwood,' said Nelly, shaking her head. 'I believe the dead are at peace.'
At that moment the garden gate swung to; the ramblers were returning. As they halted in the doorway to take a last look at the moon - or, more correctly, at each other - I felt impelled to escape them again; and, pressing the hand of Mrs. Dean, I vanished through the kitchen.
