"Isn't there some way?"
"I don't really know, Clive. How could I know?"
"But when you see such people—shadows—shapes—"
"Yes.... They are not shadows."
"Do they seem real?"
"Why, yes; as real as you are."
"Athalie, how can they be?"
"They are to me. There is nothing ghostly about them."
For a moment it almost seemed to her as though he resented her clear seeing; then he said: "Have you always been able to see—this way?"