MARY ROSE (firmly). I decline. I regret, but I absolutely decline.
HARRY. No offence.
MARY ROSE. I think you are sorry for me.
HARRY. I am that.
MARY ROSE. I am sorry for me, too.
HARRY (desperately desirous to help her). If only there was something I— I know nothing about ghosts—not a thing; can they sit down? Could you——?
(He turns the chair toward her.)
MARY ROSE. That is your chair.
HARRY. What do you mean by that?
MARY ROSE. That is where you were sitting.