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Euphemia , pleased at this , and loving mystery with all her heart , waved her hand solemnly , and in an awful tone replied , `` Then it passes not my lips . '' `` What , Phemy ! '' cried he , `` you want us to believe you have seen a ghost ? But you forget , they do n't walk at midday . '' `` Believe what you like , '' returned she , with an air of consequential contempt ; `` I am satisfied to keep the secret . '' Miss Dundas burst into a provoking laugh ; and calling her the most incorrigible little idiot in the world , encouraged Lascelles to fool her to the top of his bent . Determining to gratify his spleen , if he could not satisfy his curiosity , this witless coxcomb continued the whole day in Harley Street , for the mere pleasure of tormenting Euphemia .