‘Now, boys,' said the voice, ‘mind what I tell you. If I hear another word spoken about ghosts in this school, it will be the worse for all of you. There are no such things as ghosts, and therefore any boy who believes in ghosts believes in what can't possibly be; and a boy who belongs to Limmeridge School, and believes in what can't possibly be, sets up his back against reason and discipline, and must be punished accordingly. You all see Jacob Postlethwaite standing up on the stool there in disgrace.
He has been punished, not because he said he saw a ghost last night, but because he is too impudent and too obstinate to listen to reason, and because he persists in saying he saw the ghost after I have told him that no such thing can possibly be. If nothing else will do, I mean to cane the ghost out of Jacob Postlethwaite, and if the thing spreads among any of the rest of you, I mean to go a step farther, and cane the ghost out of the whole school.'
‘We seem to have chosen an awkward moment for our visit,' said Miss Halcombe, pushing open the door at the end of the schoolmaster's address, and leading the way in.
Our appearance produced a strong sensation among the boys. They appeared to think that we had arrived for the express purpose of seeing Jacob Postlethwaite caned.
‘Go home all of you to dinner,' said the schoolmaster, ‘except Jacob.
Jacob must stop where he is; and the ghost may bring him his dinner, if the ghost pleases.'
Jacob's fortitude deserted him at the double disappearance of his schoolfellows and his prospect of dinner. He took his hands out of his pockets, looked hard at his knuckles, raised them with great deliberation to his eyes, and when they got there, ground them round and round slowly, accompanying the action by short spasms of sniffing, which followed each other at regular intervals -- the nasal minute guns of juvenile distress.
‘We came here to ask you a question, Mr Dempster.' said Miss Halcombe, addressing the schoolmaster; ‘and we little expected to find you occupied in exorcising a ghost. What does it all mean? What has really happened?'
‘That wicked boy has been frightening the whole school, Miss Halcombe, by declaring that he saw a ghost yesterday evening,' answered the master;
‘and he still persists in his absurd story, in spite of all that I can say to him.'
‘Most extraordinary,' said Miss Halcombe. ‘I should not have thought it possible that any of the boys had imagination enough to see a ghost.
This is a new accession indeed to the hard labour of forming the youthful mind at Limmeridge, and I heartily wish you well through it, Mr Dempster.
In the meantime, let me explain why you see me here, and what it is I want.'
She then put the same question to the schoolmaster which we had asked already of almost everyone else in the village. It was met by the same discouraging answer. Mr Dempster had not set eyes on the stranger of whom we were in search.
‘We may as well return to the house, Mr Hartright,' said Miss Halcombe;
‘the information we want is evidently not to be found.'
She had bowed to Mr Dempster, and was about to leave the schoolroom, when the forlorn position of Jacob Postlethwaite, piteously sniffing on the stool of penitence, attracted her attention as she passed him, and made her stop good-humouredly to speak a word to the little prisoner before she opened the door.
‘You foolish boy,' she said, ‘why don't you beg Mr Dempster's pardon, and hold your tongue about the ghost?'
‘Eh! -- but I saw t' ghaist,' persisted Jacob Postlethwaite, with a stare of terror and a burst of tears.
‘Stuff and nonsense! You saw nothing of the kind. Ghost indeed! What ghost --'
‘I beg your pardon, Miss Halcombe,' interposed the schoolmaster a little uneasily -- ‘but I think you had better not question the boy. The obstinate folly of his story is beyond all belief; and you might lead him into ignorantly.'
‘Ignorantly what?' inquired Miss Halcombe sharply.
‘Ignorantly shocking your feelings,' said Mr Dempster, looking very much discomposed.
‘Upon my word, Mr Dempster, you pay my feelings a great compliment in thinking them weak enough to be shocked by such an urchin as that!' She turned with an air of satirical defiance to little Jacob, and began to question him directly. ‘Come!' she said, ‘I mean to know all about this.
You naughty boy, when did you see the ghost?'
‘Yestere'en, at the gloaming,' replied Jacob.
‘Oh! you saw it yesterday evening, in the twilight? And what was it like?'
‘Arl in white -- as a ghaist should be,' answered the ghostseer, with a confidence beyond his years.
‘And where was it?'
‘Away yander, in t' kirkyard -- where a ghaist ought to be.'
‘As a ‘‘ghaist'' should be -- where a ‘‘ghaist'' ought to be -- why, you little fool, you talk as if the manners and customs of ghosts had been familiar to you from your infancy! You have got your story at your fingers' ends, at any rate. I suppose I shall hear next that you can actually tell me whose ghost it was?'
‘Eh! but I just can,' replied Jacob, nodding his head with an air of gloomy triumph.
Mr Dempster had already tried several times to speak while Miss Halcombe was examining his pupil, and he now interposed resolutely enough to make himself heard.
‘Excuse me, Miss Halcombe,' he said, ‘if I venture to say that you are only encouraging the boy by asking him these questions.'
‘I will merely ask one more, Mr Dempster, and then I shall be quite satisfied. Well,' she continued, turning to the boy, ‘and whose ghost was it?'
‘T'ghaist of Mistress Fairlie,' answered Jacob in a whisper.
The effect which this extraordinary reply produced on Miss Halcombe fully justified the anxiety which the schoolmaster had shown to prevent her from hearing it. Her face crimsoned with indignation -- she turned upon little Jacob with an angry suddenness which terrified him into a fresh burst of tears -- opened her lips to speak to him -- then controlled herself, and addressed the master instead of the boy.
