He stared at the table where Moynihan had bent to write his name on the roll, and then said flatly: --A sugar! --QUIS EST IN MALO HUMORE, said Stephen, EGO AUT VOS? Cranly did not take up the taunt. But we were all gentlemen, Stephen--at least I hope we were -and bloody good honest Irishmen too. I had not suspected in advance that her comfortable face would pull me up, and I somehow measured the importance of what I had seen by my thus finding myself hesitate to mention it. And it was there that the old servants had seen the ghost in the white cloak of a marshal.