irred. Even when the snow was on the ground we
never felt the cold, owing to the absence of wind, and the thaw
has been imperceptible. Snow is still on the hills. I have
several times thrown open my bedroom window about dawn for an
hour to familiarise myself with the outside noises. There is
nothing human within a quarter of a mile. (_N.B._--The others,
who are much more likely to be accurate as to distance than I,
say the lodges are farther off.) The servants' houses are in a
group of buildings on the hill above the house, but are, I
believe, all empty. We found, and adopted, a deserted cat, whose
condition certainly testified to the nakedness of the land.
There are two inhabited lodges far out of hearing. A gardener
comes round to the houses about 10 or 10.30 P.M., but we have
watched him, and know exactly what sounds he creates.

_February 10th, Wednesday._--Mrs. W---- arrived this morning
from London; also Miss Langton, who is "sensitive," but wholly
inexperienced. In the evening, at 6 P.M., Colonel Taylor
arrived. He is in No. 8.

Miss Moore and I moved back into No. 1, and moved Mr. F---- into
No. 3, the room reported (by the H----s) as specially haunted,
where Colonel A---- and Major B---- had slept, and in our time
Mr. L---- F----, who left last night.

The wing is now ready for habitation, except that the pipes are
out of order, and the "set-basins" useless, also the bath.
(_N.B._--The fact that the pipes are all out of working order,
and not a drop of hot water is to be had except in the kitchen,
does away with a theory, which has been rather emphatically put
forward, that "it is all the hot-water pipes.")

We are anxious to test the wing. Only one story, Miss "B----'s,"
is connected with it, and if there has been any practical joking
anywhere, I personally incline to think that was the occasion.
The wing is new, built, they say, in 1883, and the "ghost"
showed human intelligence in selection of doors and victims.
(After my return to London I had a conversation with Mrs. G----,
which convinced me that I was mistaken in supposing that tricks
had been played upon Miss "B----." See p. 71.)

An old woman in the village asked Miss Moore to-day with
interest, "Hoo'll ye be liking B----?" She spoke of the
hauntings, and her husband insisted (the Highlander always
begins that way) that there were