HARRY. Because of a ghost—a thing that can’t be.
MRS. OTERY. When I came in your eyes were staring; I thought you had seen her.
HARRY. Have you ever seen her yourself?
(She shivers.)
Where? In this room?
(She looks at the little door.)
In there? Has she ever been seen out of that room?
MRS. OTERY. All over the house, in every room and on the stairs. I tell you I’ve met her on the stairs, and she drew back to let me pass and said ‘Good evening’ too, timid-like, and at another time she has gone by me like a rush of wind.
HARRY. What is she like? Is she dressed in white? They are allus dressed in white, aren’t they?
MRS. OTERY. She looks just like you or me. But for all that she’s as light as air. I’ve seen—things.