looked up at him full
of that mischief which lies in the orbs of a kitten when it contemplates
some fearsome crime, and has to appear especially innocent.

Michael thrilled. If she had that expression he was quite ready to
follow the lead.

"She is perfectly enchanting--shall I tell you exactly what she
wears--and her every feature and the color of her eyes? The wraith so
materializes that I can describe it as accurately as I could describe
you sitting next me."

"Please do."

"She is about five foot seven tall--I mean she has grown as tall as
that--when she first appeared she could not have been taller than five
foot five."

"How strange!"

"Yes, isn't it--well, she has the most divine figure, quite slight and
yet not scraggy--you know the kind, I loathe them scraggy!"

"I hate fat people."

"But she isn't fat. I tell you she is too sweet. She has a round baby
face with the loveliest violet eyes in the world and such a skin!--like
a velvet rose petal!" His unabashed regard penetrated Sabine who smiled
slyly.

"You don't mean to say you can see all these material things in a
ghost!" she cried with an enchanting air of incredulity.

"Perfectly--I have not half finished yet. I have not told you about her
mouth--it is very curved and full and awfully red--and there is the most
adorable dimple up at one side of it, I am sure the people in the ghost
world that she meets must awfully want to kiss it."

Sabine frowned. This was rather too intimate a description, but
bashfulness or diffidence she knew were not among Mr. Arranstoun's
qualities--or defects.

"I think I am tired of hearing what this ghost looks like, I want to
know what does she do? Aren't you petrified with fright?"

"Not in the least," Michael told her, "but you will just have to hear
about her hair--when it comes down it is like lovely bronze waves--and
her little feet, too--they are exquisite enough in shoes and stockings,
but without----!"

Here he had the grace to look at his fish which was just being handed.

A flush as pink as the pinkest rose came into Sabine's cheeks--he was
perfectly disgraceful and this was of course in shocking taste--but when
he glanced up again his attractive blue eyes had her late look of an
innocent kitten's in them and he said in an angelic tone:

"She has not a fault, you may believe me, and she jumps up after the
fall into the room, and sits in one of my big chairs!"

"Does she scold you for your sins as