"When I was a little girl I used to sit and look and look at that tree till it changed and got all thin and queer and began to move towards me.
"I never knew whether it had really happened or not; I don't know now--or whether it was the tree or me. It was as if by looking and looking you could make the tree more real and more alive."
Michael remembered something.
"Dorothy says you saw Ferdie the night he died."
"So I did. But that's not the same thing. I didn't have to look and look. I just saw him. I sort of saw Frank that last night--when the call came--only sort of--but I knew he was going to be killed.
"I didn't see him nearly so distinctly as I saw Nicky-"
"Nicky? You didn't see him--as you saw Ferdie?"
"No, no, no! it was ages ago--in Germany--before he married. I saw him with Desmond."
"Have you ever seen me?"
"Not yet. That's because you don't want me as they did."