"
"No, sir, you are not," said my friend, sternly. The intruder never
regarded him; never so much as lifted his eyes from his bundle of
law papers, among which he was bustling with great hurry and
importance, but went on:
"Impossible! Have seen a face very like it, then--what did you say
your name was, sir?--very like it indeed. Is it not the young laird
who was murdered whom you resemble so much?"
Here Mrs. Keeler uttered a scream, which so much startled me.
that it seems I grew pale, and, on looking at my friend's face,
there was something struck me so forcibly in the likeness
between him and my late brother that I had very nearly fainted.
The woman exclaimed that it was my brother's spirit that stood
beside me.
"Impossible!" exclaimed the attorney. "At least, I hope not, else
his signature is not worth a pin. There is some balance due on yon
business, madam. Do you wish your account? because I have it
here, ready discharged, and it does not suit letting such things lie
over. This business of Mr. Colwan's will be a severe one on you,
madam--rather a severe one."
"What business of mine, if it be your will, sir," said I.
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