For a moment I stood bewildered.  Then that look of appeal for help came back to mind; it was evident something was wrong.  I at once entered the open door into which the figure had passed, determined to do what I could to assist one in such unmistakable need of help.  To my astonishment I found that the place was a mere housemaid’s closet, for the keeping of brooms, dusting appliances, and the like.  It was but a tiny room, too; a glance from the threshold was enough to convince me that no human being was there!

It was not so much surprise as terror that seized me at such a discovery.  I found myself wiping from my brow the cold sweat that stood there in great drops.  I felt certain that I had been face to face with something unexplainable by the ordinary laws of nature.  I was as well as usual.  I had read nothing of late that could have conjured up such a figure.  As to preternatural manifestations of such a kind—­I had but that very day, and but an hour or two ago, passed supercilious judgment on what I thought the credulity of ignorant rustics.  And yet here I was, the victim to some such hallucination—­unless it was possible that I had really seen the figure with my bodily eyes!  My knees were shaking under me as I managed to reach my room, my whole being agitated by an unaccountable sense of fear.

Luckily we were allowed an unusually long time for dressing, and I was able to get a smoke and take a bath; by dinner-time I was more like myself.

I tried hard at first to persuade myself that the entire scene had been imaginary; but I could not succeed.  I was too firmly convinced that I had actually seen such a figure to entertain the idea.

Dinner passed without particular incident.  I had an interesting chat after with young Father Vansome.  I discovered that he was a Benedictine attached to one of the English monasteries, and had been permitted, as a relief from a long spell of heavy teaching work, to spend a few days at Ardmuir House, where his mother was then staying.  He was dressed like an ordinary priest; this, as he explained, was out of consideration for the Ashols, who were entertaining among their guests that day some of ultra-Protestant views, who might have resented the intrusion into their midst of a real live monk, “in habit as he lived.”

More than once during our conversation the extraordinary occurrence which had disturbed my peace of mind kept intruding itself upon my mental vision, and again and again it was almost divulged to my companion; but I shrank from being laughed at as a victim to superstitious imaginings.  I had a priest for a brother, and no one knew better than I how sceptical were our own clergy with regard to any supernatural happenings that had not been corroborated by the testimony of reliable authority.

There was the usual smoke, with the usual billiards, and bedtime arrived without any disclosure on my part of the mysterious incident.  I did not fear further revelations, for my bedroom was nowhere near the scene of the apparition.  I must confess to a momentary creepy sensation as I passed, in company with other men, the corridor of the adventure; but nothing happened to disturb my rest materially.