HE. He says: "I was a coward; you must be bold. I was silent; you must speak out."
SHE. (mischievously) That's very curious—because that old lover isn't dead at all. He's a Congressman or Senator or something, the Agent says.
HE. (earnestly) It's all the same. His youth is dead; and it is his youth that speaks to me.
SHE. quickly You mustn't believe all that ghosts tell you.
HE. Oh, but I must. For they know the folly of silence—the bitterness of cowardice.
SHE. The circumstances were—slightly—different, weren't they?
HE. (stubbornly) I don't care!
SHE. (soberly) You know perfectly well it's no use.
HE. I can't help that!
SHE. Please! You simply mustn't! It's disgraceful!