"Look here, Philippa," said he, offering the girl his arm, which she took, "the case is serious. I am badgered out of my reason, out of my health, by the late Mrs. Woolfield. She always had an iron will, and she has intimated to me that she will force me to give you up."
"Defy her."
"I cannot."
"Tut! these ghosts are exacting. Give them an inch and they take an ell. They are like old servants; if you yield to them they tyrannise over you."
"But how do you know, Philippa, dearest?"
"Because, as I said, I also am haunted."
"That only makes the matter more hopeless."
"On the contrary, it only shows how well suited we are to each other. We are in one box."
"Philippa, it is a dreadful thing. When my wife was dying she told me she was going to a better world, and that we should never meet again. And she has not kept her word."
The girl laughed. "Rag her with it."