be；　or　is　and　ought　not　to　be。　　〃Most　praiseworthy；　my　dear；　and
  Heaven　prosper　you！〃　I　whispered　to　her　on　the　first　night　of　my
  taking　leave　of　her　at　the　Picture…Room　door；　〃but　don't　overdo　it。
  And　in　respect　of　the　great　necessity　there　is；　my　darling；　for
  more　employments　being　within　the　reach　of　Woman　than　our
  civilisation　has　as　yet　assigned　to　her；　don't　fly　at　the
  unfortunate　men；　even　those　men　who　are　at　first　sight　in　your　way；
  as　if　they　were　the　natural　oppressors　of　your　sex；　for；　trust　me；
  Belinda；　they　do　sometimes　spend　their　wages　among　wives　and
  daughters；　sisters；　mothers；　aunts；　and　grandmothers；　and　the　play
  is；　really；　not　ALL　Wolf　and　Red　Riding…Hood；　but　has　other　parts
  in　it。〃　　However；　I　digress。
  Belinda；　as　I　have　mentioned；　occupied　the　Picture　Room。　　We　had
  but　three　other　chambers：　the　Corner　Room；　the　Cupboard　Room；　and
  the　Garden　Room。　　My　old　friend；　Jack　Governor；　〃slung　his
  hammock；〃　as　he　called　it；　in　the　Corner　Room。　　I　have　always
  regarded　Jack　as　the　finest…looking　sailor　that　ever　sailed。　　He　is
  gray　now；　but　as　handsome　as　he　was　a　quarter　of　a　century　ago
  nay；　handsomer。　　A　portly；　cheery；　well…built　figure　of　a　broad…
  shouldered　man；　with　a　frank　smile；　a　brilliant　dark　eye；　and　a
  rich　dark　eyebrow。　　I　remember　those　under　darker　hair；　and　they
  look　all　the　better　for　their　silver　setting。　　He　has　been　wherever
  his　Union　namesake　flies；　has　Jack；　and　I　have　met　old　shipmates　of
  his；　away　in　the　Mediterranean　and　on　the　other　side　of　the
  Atlantic；　who　have　beamed　and　brightened　at　the　casual　mention　of
  his　name；　and　have　cried；　〃You　know　Jack　Governor？　　Then　you　know　a
  prince　of　men！〃　　That　he　is！　　And　so　unmistakably　a　naval　officer；
  that　if　you　were　to　meet　him　coming　out　of　an　Esquimaux　snow…hut　in
  seal's　skin；　you　would　be　vaguely　persuaded　he　was　in　full　naval
  uniform。
  Jack　once　had　that　bright　clear　eye　of　his　on　my　sister；　but；　it
  fell　out　that　he　married　another　lady　and　took　her　to　South
  America；　where　she　died。　　This　was　a　dozen　years　ago　or　more。　　He
  brought　down　with　him　to　our　haunted　house　a　little　cask　of　salt
  beef；　for；　he　is　always　convinced　that　all　salt　beef　not　of　his　own
  pickling；　is　mere　carrion；　and　invariably；　when　he　goes　to　London；
  packs　a　piece　in　his　portmanteau。　　He　had　also　volunteered　to　bring
  with　him　one　〃Nat　Beaver；〃　an　old　comrade　of　his；　captain　of　a
  merchantman。　　Mr。　Beaver；　with　a　thick…set　wooden　face　and　figure；
  and　apparently　as　hard　as　a　block　all　over；　proved　to　be　an
  intelligent　man；　with　a　world　of　watery　experiences　in　him；　and
  great　practical　knowledge。　　At　times；　there　was　a　curious
  nervousness　about　him；　apparently　the　lingering　result　of　some　old
  illness；　but；　it　seldom　lasted　many　minutes。　　He　got　the　Cupboard
  Room；　and　lay　there　next　to　Mr。　Undery；　my　friend　and　solicitor：
  who　came　down；　in　an　amateur　capacity；　〃to　go　through　with　it；〃　as
  he　said；　and　who　plays　whist　better　than　the　whole　Law　List；　from
  the　red　cover　at　the　beginning　to　the　red　cover　at　the　end。
  I　never　was　happier　in　my　life；　and　I　believe　it　was　the　universal
  feeling　among　us。　　Jack　Governor；　always　a　man　of　wonderful
  resources；　was　Chief　Cook；　and　made　some　of　the　best　dishes　I　ever
  ate；　including　unapproachable　curries。　　My　sister　was　pastry　cook
  and　confectioner。　　Starling　and　I　were　Cook's　Mate；　turn　and　turn
  about；　and　on　special　occasions　the　chief　cook　〃pressed〃　Mr。
  Beaver。　　We　had　a　great　deal　of　outdoor　sport　and　exercise；　but
  nothing　was　neglected　within；　and　there　was　no　ill…humor　or
  misunderstanding　among　us；　and　our　evenings　were　so　delightful　that
  we　had　at　least　one　good　reason　for　being　reluctant　to　go　to　bed。
  We　had　a　few　night　alarms　in　the　beginning。　　On　the　first　night；　I
  was　knocked　up　by　Jack　with　a　most　wonderful　ship's　lantern　in　his
  hand；　like　the　gills　of　some　monster　of　the　deep；　who　informed　me
  that　he　〃was　going　aloft　to　the　main　truck；〃　to　have　the
  weathercock　down。　　It　was　a　stormy　night　and　I　remonstrated；　but
  Jack　called　my　attention　to　its　making　a　sound　like　a　cry　of
  despair；　and　said　somebody　would　be　〃hailing　a　ghost〃　presently；　if
  it　wasn't　done。　　So；　up　to　the　top　of　the　house；　where　I　could
  hardly　stand　for　the　wind；　we　went；　accompanied　by　Mr。　Beaver；　and
  there　Jack；　lantern　and　all；　with　Mr。　Beaver　after　him；　swarmed　up
  to　the　top　of　a　cupola；　some　two　dozen　feet　above　the　chimneys；　and
  stood　upon　nothing　particular；　coolly　knocking　the　weathercock　off；
  until　they　both　got　into　such　good　spirits　with　the　wind　and　the
  height；　that　I　thought　they　would　never　come　down。　　Another　night；
  they　turned　out　again；　and　had　a　chimney…cowl　off。　　Another　night；
  they　cut　a　sobbing　and　gulping　water…pipe　away。　　Another　night；
  they　found　out　something　else。　　On　several　occasions；　they　both；　in
  the　coolest　manner；　simultaneously　dropped　out　of　their　respective
  bedroom　windows；　hand　over　hand　by　their　counterpanes；　to
  〃overhaul〃　something　mysterious　in　the　garden。
  The　engagement　among　us　was　faithfully　kept；　and　nobody　revealed
  anything。　　All　we　knew　was；　if　any　one's　room　were　haunted；　no　one
  looked　the　worse　for　it。
  The　foregoing　story　is　particularly　interesting　as　illustrating　the
  leaning　of　Dickens's　mind　toward　the　spiritualistic　and　mystical
  fancies　current　in　his　time；　and　the　counterbalance　of　his　common
  sense　and　fun。
  〃He　probably　never　made　up　his　own　mind；〃　Mr。　Andrew　Lang　declares
  in　a　discussion　of　this　Haunted　House　story。　　Mr。　Lang　says　he　once
  took　part　in　a　similar　quest；　and　〃can　recognize　the　accuracy　of
  most　of　Dickens's　remarks。　　Indeed；　even　to　persons　not　on　the
  level　of　the　Odd　Girl　in　education；　the　temptation　to　produce
  'phenomena'　for　fun　is　all　but　overwhelming。　　That　people
  communicate　hallucinations　to　each　other　'in　some　diseased　way
  without　words；'　is　a　modern　theory　perhaps　first　formulated　here　by
  Dickens。〃
  〃The　Signal　Man's　Story；〃　which　follows；　is　likewise；　Mr。　Lang
  believes；　〃probably　based　on　some　real　story　of　the　kind；　some
  anecdote　of　premonitions。　　There　are　scores　in　the　records　of　the
  Society　for　Psychical　Research。〃The　Editor。
  NO。　1　BRANCH　LINE：　THE　SIGNAL…MAN
  〃Halloa！　　Below　there！〃
  When　he　heard　a　voice　thus　calling　to　him；　he　was　standing　at　the
  door　of　his　box；　with　a　flag　in　his　hand；　furled　round　its　short
  pole。　　One　would　have　thought；　considering　the　nature　of　the
  ground；　that　he　could　not　have　doubted　from　what　quarter　the　voice
  came；　but　instead　of　looking　up　to　where　I　stood　on　the　top　of　the
  steep　cutting　nearly　over　his　head；　he　turned　himself　about；　and
  looked　down　the　Line。　　There　was　something　remarkable　in　his　manner
  of　doing　so；　though　I　could　not　have　said　for　my　life　what。　　But　I
  know　it　was　remarkable　enough　to　attract　my　notice；　even　though　his
  figure　was　foreshortened　and　shadowed；　down　in　the　deep　trench；　and
  mine　was　high　above　him；　so　steeped　in　the　glow　of　an　angry　sunset；
  that　I　had　shaded　my　eyes　with　my　hand　before　I　saw　him　at　all。
  〃Halloa！　　Below！〃
  From　looking　down　the　Line；　he　turned　himself　about　again；　and；
  raising　his　eyes；　saw　my　figure　high　above　him。
  〃Is　there　any　path　by　which　I　can　come　down　and　speak　to　you？〃
  He　looked　up　at　me　without　replying；　and　I　looked　down　at　him
  without　pressing　him　too　soon　with　a　repetition　of　my　idle
  question。　　Just　then　there　came　a　vague　vibration　in　the　earth　and
  air；　quickly　changing　into　a　violent　pulsation；　and　an　oncoming
  rush　that　caused　me　to　start　back；　as　though　it　had　a　force　to　draw
  me　down。　　When　such　vapor　as　rose　to　my　height　from　this　rapid
  train　had　passed　me；　and　was　skimming　away　over　the　landscape；　I
  looked　down　again；　and　saw　him　refurling　the　flag　he　had　shown
  while　the　train　went　by。
  I　repeated　my　inquiry。　　After　a　pause；　during　which　he　seemed　to
  regard　me　with　fixed　attention；　he　motioned　with　his　rolled…up　flag
  towards　a　point　on　my　level；　some　two　or　three　hundred　yards
  distant。　　I　called　down　to　him；　〃All　right！〃　and　made　for　that
  point。　　There；　by　dint　of　looking　closely　about　me；　I　found　a　rough
  zigzag　descending　path　notched　out；　which　I　followed。
  The　cutting　was　extremely　deep；　and　unusually　precipitate。　　It　was
  made　through　a　clammy　stone；　that　became　oozier　and　wetter　as　I
  went　down。　　For　these　reasons；　I　found　the　way　long　enough　to　give
  me　time　to　recall　a　singular　air　of　reluctance　or　compulsion　with
  which　he　had　pointed　out　the　path。
  When　I　came　down　low　enough　upon　the　zigzag　descent　to　see　him
  again；　I　saw　that　he　was　standing　between　the　rails　on　the　way　by
  which　the　train　had　lately　passed；　in　an　attitude　as　if　he　were
  waiting　for　me　to　appear。　　He　had　his　left　hand　at　his　chin；　and
  that　left　elbow　rested　on　his　right　hand；　crossed　over　his　breast。
  His　attitude　was　one　of　such　expectation　and　watchfulness　that　I
  stopped　a　moment；　wondering　at　it。
  I　resumed　my　downward　way；　a