Between the Dark and the Daylight

My Aunt's Excursion "Thomas," observed my aunt, as she entered the room, "I have taken you by surprise." She had. Hamlet could scarcely have been more surprised at the appearance of the ghost of his father. I had supposed that she was in the wilds of Cornwall. She glanced at the table at which I had been seated. "What are you doing?--having your breakfast?" I perceived, from the way in which she used her glasses, and the marked manner in which she paused, that she considered the hour an uncanonical one for such a meal. I retained some fragments of my presence of mind