When Ghost Meets Ghost

If you were a studious man accustomed to burning the midnight oil wouldn't it annoy you if each night at 12 precisely the ghost of a melancholy maiden appeared weeping and lamenting? A certain professor was bothered this way. He was not afraid of ghosts and could have endured one whose specialty was silent haunting. He found however that the weeping maiden was a nuisance and prevented him from concentrating. So he decided ungallant though his conduct might be deemed to get rid of her.