330 A DOUBLE-BARRELLED GHOST.
you a publisher, and where could you get a more promising ghost?"
" Oh, nonsense!" I said quietly, unconsciously quoting Ibsen. "There must be ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sand of the sea."
I was determined to put the matter on its proper footing, for I saw that under pretence of restoring my fortunes he was really trying to get me to pull his chestnuts out of the fire, and I resented the deceptive spirit that could put for- ward such tasks as favours. It was evident that he cherished a post-mortem grudge against the great lexicographer, as well as a posthumous craving for fame, and wished to use me as the instrument of his reputation and his revenge. But I was a man of the world, and I was not going to be rushed by a mere phantom.
" I don't deny there are plenty of ghosts about," he answered with insinuative deference. " Only will any of the others work for nothing?"
He saw he had scored a point, and his eyes twinkled.
"Yes, but I don't know that I approve of black-legs," I answered sternly. "You are taking the bread and butter out of some honest ghost's mouth."
The corners of his own mouth drooped ; his eyes grew misty ; he looked fading away. " Most true," he faltered ; " but be pitiful. Have you no great-grand-filial feelings? "
" No, I lost everything in the crash," I answered coldly. "Suppose the book's a frost? "
" I shan't mind," he said eagerly.
" No, I don't suppose you would mind a frost," I retorted witheringly. " But look at the chaff you'd be letting me in for. Hadn't you better put off publication for a century or two?"
No, no," he cried wildly; " our mansion will pass into
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