Chapter 24

Robert, eating his breakfast, saw the old house left to the ghosts, heard the strange sighings and groanings of a winter’s night there, and thought how fair a place it would be if he and Gillian owned it. Never, he supposed, in any place but one like this—half lapsed into Faery—would he and Gillian love one another unhindered. It would be grand to gather her up, angry or laughing, and stalk away with her to the old inn, and to speak a charm, and behold! inn and all would sink into Faery, and he and she—alone of the…