Seized with a panic, which, under the circumstances, was only natural, he rushed for the staircase, but found Washington Otis waiting for him there with the big garden shovel; and being thus hemmed in by his enemies on every side, and driven almost at bay, he vanished into the great iron stove, which, fortunately for him, was not lit.

He had to make his way home through the flues and chimneys, arriving at his own room in a terrible state of dirt, disorder, and despair.

After this he was not seen again on any nocturnal expedition. The twins lay in wait for him on several occasions, and strewed the passages with nutshells every night to the great annoyance of their parents and the servants, but it was of no avail. It was quite evident that his feelings were so wounded that he would not appear.

Mr Otis consequently resumed his great work on the history of the Democratic Party, on which he had been engaged for some years and Mrs Otis organised a wonderful clam-bake, which amazed the whole county.

The boys took to lacrosse, poker, and other American national games; and Virginia rode about the lanes on her pony, accompanied by the young Duke of Cheshire, who had come to spend the last week of his holidays at Canterville Chase.

It was generally assumed that the ghost had gone away, and, in fact, Mr Otis wrote a letter to that effect to Lord Canterville, who, in reply, expressed his great pleasure at the news, and sent his best congratulations to the Ambassador's good wife.