HARRY. God!
(She leaves him. After a moment’s irresolution he sets off upon his quest carrying the candle, which takes with it all the light of the room. He is visible on the other side of the darkness, in the little passage and opening the door beyond. He returns, and now we see the pale ghost of MARY ROSE standing in the middle of the room, as if made out of the light he has brought back with him.)
MARY ROSE (bowing to him timidly). Have you come to buy the house?
HARRY (more startled by his own voice than by hers). Not me.
MARY ROSE. It is a very nice house. (Doubtfully.) Isn’t it?
HARRY. It was a nice house once.
MARY ROSE (pleased). Wasn’t it! (Suspiciously.) Did you know this house?
HARRY. When I was a young shaver.
MARY ROSE. Young? Was it you who laughed?
HARRY. When was that?