"I don't know it, sir." Rosa is shyer than ever.
"It is not related to visitors; it is almost forgotten," says the housekeeper, advancing. "It has never been more than a family anecdote."
"You'll excuse my asking again if it has anything to do with a picture, ma'am," observes Mr. Guppy, "because I do assure you that the more I think of that picture the better I know it, without knowing how I know it!"
The story has nothing to do with a picture; the housekeeper can guarantee that. Mr. Guppy is obliged to her for the information and is, moreover, generally obliged. He retires with his friend, guided down another staircase by the young gardener, and presently is heard to drive away. It is now dusk. Mrs. Rouncewell can trust to the discretion of her two young hearers and may tell THEM how the terrace came to have that ghostly name.

"I don't know it, sir." Rosa is shyer than ever.
"It is almost forgotten," says the housekeeper, advancing. "It has never been more than a family anecdote."
"You'll excuse my asking if it has anything to do with a picture, ma'am," observes Mr. Guppy, "because the more I think of that picture the better I know it, without knowing how!"
The story has nothing to do with a picture. Mr. Guppy retires with his friend, and presently is heard to drive away.
It is now dusk. Mrs. Rouncewell tells her two young hearers how the terrace came to have that ghostly name.
