He paused and gazed at her before he replied:
"I in the castle late last night? Why, most certainly not! Why ever should you ask me such a question, my love?"
"Because if you were not in the castle last night—"
"Well?"
"I met your 'fetch,' as the country people would call it."
"My—I beg your pardon."
"Your 'fetch,' your double, your spectre, your spirit, whatever you may call it."
"Whatever do you mean, Salome?"
"Shall I tell you all about it?"
"Of course—yes, do."