Yvon. Afraid! No, indeed. That is, not in the day-time, but at night—
Man. Ah, ah, then you have fairies, or spirits, or ghosts here, eh!
Yvon. [Disdainfully.] Sir, do you take me for a superstitious fool! It's all very well for people who don't know any better, but I—
Man. Then you do not believe in anything of the kind?
Yvon. I should think not, indeed. But if you come to talk about the white lady, that's quite another matter.
Man. Oh! so there's a white lady, is there?
Yvon. Yes, sir, there is indeed, and she walks about on the top of that tower over there, and where there are no stairs either. But she is never seen in the day, only in the night, when it is quite dark.
Man. [Laughing.] Yes, she is seen when it is too dark to see.
Yvon. [Looking out.] Ah! Confound those sheep, at their old tricks again. [Shouts.] Hi! Hi! I don't believe there's such a troublesome set of brutes in the whole country, always climbing where they have no business. Hi! Hi!
[Throws a stone.