'I know it's just imagination, but the monkey seems to me to be climbing down from the wardrobe.'
'I can't see anything climbing down the wardrobe,' said Elizabeth, as Eustace touched the floor.
'It's come down now. It's crossing the carpet.'
'Where?'
'It's gone now. It went out of the door.'
'Oh!'
'I say, Elizabeth, what do you think I ought to do?'
'I should go to bed and have a nice long sleep, and you'll feel—'
'Somehow I don't feel much like going to bed. This sort of thing upsets a chap, you know.'
'Poor dear!'