BENGTSSON. Yes, a little out of the ordinary, one might say.
JOHANSSON. Is it a musicale, or what is it?
BENGTSSON. The usual spook supper, as we call it. They drink tea and don't say a word, or else the Colonel does all the talking. And then they munch their biscuits, all at the same time, so that it sounds like the gnawing of a lot of rats in an attic.
JOHANSSON. Why do you call it a spook supper?
BENGTSSON. Because they look like spooks.... And they have kept this up for twenty years—always the same people, saying the same things or keeping silent entirely, lest they be put to shame.
JOHANSSON. Is there not a lady in the house, too?
BENGTSSON. Yes, but she is a little cracked. She sits all the time in a closet, because her eyes can't bear the light. [He points at a papered door] She is in there now.
JOHANSSON. In there, you say?
BENGTSSON. I told you they were a little out of the ordinary....
JOHANSSON. How does she look?