"Pray what is the sense of this?"
"Philippa, my affection for you is unabated. Do not suppose that I love you one whit the less. But I am oppressed by a horrible nightmare—daymare as well. I am haunted."
"Haunted, indeed!"
"Yes; by my late wife. She allows me no peace. She has made up her mind that I shall not marry you."
"Oh! Is that all? I am haunted also."
"Surely not?"
"It is a fact."
"Hush, hush!" from persons in front and at the side. Neither Ben nor Philippa had noticed that the curtain had risen and that the play had begun.
"We are disturbing the audience," whispered Mr. Woolfield. "Let us go out into the passage and promenade there, and then we can talk freely."
So both rose, left their stalls, and went into the couloir.