"Then ye do sleep well?"
"Ye-es!"
"Then you ain't heard nor seen nothing toward the hour o' midnight—footsteps, say?"
"Footsteps! O Lud—where?"
"Anywhere! You never have?"
"Never!"
"P'r'aps you don't believe in ghostes, mam, spectres, or say—apparations?"
"I—I don't know. Why?"
"You've never happened to see a pale shape a-fluttering and a-flitting by light o' moon?"
"Gracious me—no, Sergeant! You make me all of a shiver! Have you?"