human
Ah! said he,
gpt
I told you not to go there in November. No one likes Fernwood in November; it is all right at other times.
human
What do you mean?
gpt
There is no bother except in November.
human
Why should there be bother, as you term it, then?
gpt
How the deuce can I tell you? I've never been a spirit, and all that sort of thing. Mme. Blavatsky might possibly tell you. I can't. But it is a fact.
human
What is a fact?
gpt
Why, that there is no apparition at any other time It is only in November, when she met with a little misfortune. That is when she is seen.
human
Who is seen?
gpt
My aunt Eliza--I mean my great-aunt.
human
You speak mysteries.
gpt
I don't know much about it, and care less, said Mr. Framett, and called for a lemon squash.
human
It was this: I had a great-aunt who was deranged. The family kept it quiet, and did not send her to an asylum, but fastened her in a room in the west wing. You see, that part of the house is partially separated from the rest. I believe she was rather shabbily treated, but she was difficult to manage, and tore her clothes to pieces. Somehow, she succeeded in getting out on the roof, and would race up and down there. They allowed her to do so, as by that means she obtained fresh air. But one night in November she scrambled up and, I believe, tumbled over. It was hushed up. Sorry you went there in November. I should have liked you to buy the place. I am sick of it.