“Rather makes you drink spirits,” said Rolfe; “will you have some?”
“No, I was not speaking of that; you know I don't hate a little, if it is good, worse than any thing else in this world, but that has nothing to do with it. I mean that a night like this always makes me think of ghosts.”
“Earth, you don't believe in ghosts?”
“Don't I believe what I see, and havn't I seen them?”
“I think not,” said Rolfe.
“Well, now the difference is, I think I have,” said Earth.
“Well Earth, I see we can't agree about ghosts, but there is one thing I wish you would tell me.”
“What is it?”
“Will you promise to tell?”
“Name it, and, if it be proper, I will.”