CHAPTER FIVEThe Marquis had climbed into bed.
Then he decided that before he went to sleep he would make a list of the items he had promised the farmers during the day.
He was afraid that when the morning came he would have forgotten which farm required what and he therefore, in his strong upright writing, put it down on a pad that always stood beside his bed.
He was just checking that what he had promised the first farm was correct when he glanced up.
He was then startled into immobility.
A woman in white was standing in a dark part of the room where the light from the candles did not reach.
It swept through his mind that this must be the White Lady, the ghost of the Countess Sylvia.
He thought he must be dreaming, but she was definitely there, silhouetted against the panelling.
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