"Him? Who is he?"
"Why, the person … whom it is awkward to mention at night."
I fairly turned cold all over and fell to quaking.
"What?!" I said, "dost thou see him?"
"Yes."
"And dost thou see him now?"
"Yes."
"Where?" And I did not dare to turn round, and we both spoke in a whisper.
"Why, yonder …" and he indicated the spot with his eyes … "yonder, in the corner."
I summoned up my courage and looked at the corner; there was nothing there.