‘I knew it, and that is why I came in. Can’t I see you?’
Again the sigh blew across his face.
‘What do you mean by my not being able to see you?’
‘Can you see me?’
‘No, not now; but I saw you at the door, before you came up here.’
‘But you could not hear me then.’
‘I hear you now.’
‘Yes, but you do not see me.’
‘Can’t you be seen and heard too at the same time?’
Again a soft piteous sigh.