Gimme the tea. That’s better. Thank you, missis. MRS. OTERY. Have you seen anything? HARRY. See here, as I sat in that chair--I wasn’t sleeping, mind you--it’s no dream--but things of the far past connected with this old house--things I knew naught of--they came crowding out of their holes and gathered round me till I saw--I saw them all so clear that I don’t know what to think, woman. (_He is a grave man now._) Never mind about that. Tell me about this--ghost. MRS. OTERY. It’s no concern of yours. HARRY. Yes, it is some concern of mine. The folk that used to live here--the Morlands---- MRS. OTERY. That was the name. I suppose you heard it in the village? HARRY. I have heard it all my days. It is one of the names I bear. I am one of the family. MRS. OTERY. I suspicioned that. HARRY. I suppose that is what made them come to me as I sat here. Tell me about them. MRS. OTERY. It is little I know. They were dead and gone before my time, the old man and his wife. HARRY. It’s not them I am asking you about. MRS. OTERY. They had a son-in-law, a sailor. The war made a great man of him before it drowned him. HARRY. I know that; he was my father. Hard I used to think him, but I know better now. Go on, there’s the other one. MRS. OTERY (_reluctantly_). That was all. HARRY. There is one more. MRS. OTERY. If you must speak of her, she is dead too. I never saw her in life. HARRY. Where is she buried? MRS. OTERY. Down by the church. HARRY. Is there a stone? MRS. OTERY. Yes. HARRY. Does it say her age? MRS. OTERY. No. HARRY. Is that holy spot well taken care of? MRS. OTERY. You can see for yourself. HARRY. I will see for myself. And so it is her ghost that haunts this house? (_She makes no answer. He struggles with himself._) There is no such thing as ghosts. And yet-- Is it true about folk having lived in this house and left in a hurry? MRS. OTERY. It’s true. HARRY. Because of a ghost--a thing that can’t be. MRS. OTERY. When I came in your eyes were staring; I thought you had seen her. HARRY. Have you ever seen her yourself? (_She shivers._) Where? In this room? (_She looks at the little door._) In there? Has she ever been seen out of that room? MRS. OTERY. All over the house, in every room and on the stairs. I tell you I’ve met her on the stairs, and she drew back to let me pass and said ‘Good evening’ too, timid-like, and at another time she has gone by me like a rush of wind. HARRY. What is she like? Is she dressed in white? They are allus dressed in white, aren’t they? MRS. OTERY. She looks just like you or me. But for all that she’s as light as air. I’ve seen--things. HARRY. You look like it, too. But she is harmless it seems? MRS. OTERY. There’s some wouldn’t say that; them that left in a hurry. If she thought you were keeping it from her she would do you a mischief. HARRY. Keeping what from her?