Of course, I see they couldn’t have meant you. Just foolish stories that gather about an old house.
MRS. OTERY (relieved). That’s all.
HARRY (quickly as he looks at the little door). What’s that?
(MRS. OTERY screams.)
I got you that time! What was it you expected to see?
(No answer.)
Is it a ghost? They say it’s a ghost. What is it gives this house an ill name?
MRS. OTERY. Use as brave words as you like when you have gone, but I advise you, my lad, to keep a civil tongue while you are here. (In her everyday voice.) There is no use showing you the rest of the house. If you want to be stepping, I have my work to do.
HARRY. We have got on so nicely I wonder if you would give me a mug of tea. Not a cup, we drink it by the mugful where I hail from.
MRS. OTERY (ungraciously). I have no objection.