“Now tell me, were you ever a ghost?”
“No,” she answered, looking in his face like a child—without even a smile.
“Did you ever see a ghost?”
“No, never.”
“Then how should you know how a ghost would feel?”
“I see! I cannot answer you.”
Donal rose.
“I am indeed ashamed!” said lady Arctura.
“Ashamed of giving me the chance of proving myself a true man?”
“That, at least, is no longer necessary!”