"
"And pray who are you?" asked Leo, feeling very queer, and as if he were
talking to himself.
"That is of little consequence, so long as I do what I have proposed,"
was the reply.
"Very true," said Leo; "but I never before heard of a ghost in the
daytime."
"I am no ghost, your highness; I'd scorn to be such a useless thing."
"What are you, then, and where are you?"
"You will find out what I am after a while; and as to where I am, why, I
am here beside you. Do you suppose you human beings have all the world
to yourselves?"
"Not quite, to be sure; the birds and beasts have their share. But one
can see them."
"So could you see me if your vision were not imperfect. How about all
the living things you swallow every time you drink?"
"I have heard of something of the kind, but it was too much trouble to
understand it."
"Poor boy! It's a pity some old ghost of a monk could not interest
himself in your education; but, as I said before, ghosts are absurdly
useless, except to scare people whose consciences are bad, and nothing
more is needed to make me doubt their existence than the fact of your
living here in what should be their stronghold, and they never raise
hand or foot to help you. It's quite in keeping with their ridiculous
pretensions. Believe in ghosts? No, I never did, and I never will.
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