"Well, then, what do you suggest?" he asked.
"Couldn't you say something to her to quiet her?" said Lady Dashwood.
The Warden looked surprised. "I couldn't say anything, Lena, that you couldn't say. You can speak with authority when you like."
"More is wanted than that. She must be made to think she saw nothing here in this library," said Lady Dashwood. "You used to be able to 'suggest.' Don't you remember?"
The Warden pondered and said nothing.
"She would like to keep the whole house awake—if she had the chance," said Lady Dashwood, and the bitterness in her voice made her brother wince.
"Couldn't you make her believe that the ghost won't, or can't come again, or that there are no such things as ghosts?"
The Warden sat still; the glow was dying out of the cigar he held between his fingers. He did not move.
"When you were a boy you found it easy enough to suggest; I remember I disapproved of it. I want you to do it now, because we must have quiet in the house."
"She may not be susceptible to suggestion!" said the Warden, still obstinately keeping his seat.