“But it looks as if it were unoccupied.”
“It is so.”
“Are you, then, a disembodied spirit or a witch? If so, the cat is the wrong colour.”
“I am not sure what the word ‘disembodied’ means, but I understand the word spirit, because I have one.”
“I am glad to hear that,” broke in Sir Harry. “Tell me where you live; where is your home?”
“My home? Oh, I don’t know where it is, so I cannot oblige ye.”
“Come, come! think again, and I’ll give you a sovereign.”
“You are very free with that sovereign, sir.”
“Yes. This particular one doesn’t happen to be mine. I won it as a bet from the dumb gentleman. He bet you would not be here. I saw you as we passed. And he bet something else, too.”
“What else?”