He sees no more of her. He sees her rooms, which are the last shown, as being very elegant, and he looks out of the windows from which she looked out, not long ago, upon the weather that bored her to death. All things have an end, even houses that people take infinite pains to see and are tired of before they begin to see them. He has come to the end of the sight, and the fresh village beauty to the end of her description; which is always this: "The terrace below is much admired. It is called, from an old story in the family, the Ghost's Walk."
"No?" says Mr. Guppy, greedily curious. "What's the story, miss? Is it anything about a picture?"
"Pray tell us the story," says Watt in a half whisper.

He sees her elegant rooms, which are the last shown, and he looks out of the windows onto the terrace.
Rosa says, "The terrace below is much admired. It is called, from an old story in the family, the Ghost's Walk."
"What's the story, miss?" asks Mr. Guppy.
"Pray tell us the story," says Watt.
