HARRY. You look like it, too. But she is harmless it seems?
MRS. OTERY. There’s some wouldn’t say that; them that left in a hurry. If she thought you were keeping it from her she would do you a mischief.
HARRY. Keeping what from her?
MRS. OTERY. Whatever it is she prowls about this cold house searching for, searching, searching. I don’t know what it is.
HARRY (grimly). Maybe I could tell you. I dare say I could even put her in the way of finding him.
MRS. OTERY. Then I wish to God you would, and let her rest.
HARRY. My old dear, there are worse things than not finding what you are looking for; there is finding them so different from what you had hoped. (He moves about.) A ghost. Oh no—and yet, and yet— See here, I am going into that room.
MRS. OTERY. As you like; I care not.
HARRY. I’ll burst open the door.
MRS. OTERY. No need; it’s not locked; I cheated you about that.