"Is it from France?"
"No, dear; it is from the land of spirits!" answered Dalhousie, with a
good-natured laugh.
"Indeed! I was not aware that you had a correspondent there."
"But I have; and I am exceedingly obliged to him for putting me in
possession of such useful information as this letter contains."
"Pray, who is your ghostly correspondent?"
"Colonel Dumont,--a deceased brother of the worthy Jaspar, in whose
employ we now are."
"Do not jest, Francois!" said the lady, as a feeling akin to
superstition rose in her mind.
"Jest or not, the letter was written by him," continued her husband,
still retaining his playful smile.
"To you?"
"Not exactly; but I presume he meant it for me, or it would not have
slipped so easily through Mr. Dumont's fingers into mine."
"To whom is it directed, Francois?"
"You grow inquisitive, Delia. I will tell you all about it in a few
days. I must go now and see that the hands are all in their quarters;"
and Dalhousie, to avoid unpleasant interrogatories, left the room.
The overseer went the rounds of the quarters, more as a matter of form
than of any interest he felt in his occupation.
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