"Oh yes, dreadfully."
"H'm! So Yaffti turns out to be the spirit of the blast!"
"I was awfully disappointed. I hoped it was a real ghost. Why did you call it Yaffti?"
"Oh, well, what would you call it if you didn't call it Yaffti?"
She laughed.
"I'm forgetting you hate the gloaming. I must go and tell Venie to bring the coal, and—"
"Don't go!" he said, suddenly, holding out a hand.
She laughed, a little nervously.
"I believe you're afraid of the dark."