She speaks—she's speaking now," he said. "I wonder what she'll tell us.
What's that? She says she likes your looks; she wants to make me jealous."
That gave me pause, and made me think 'twas fully time I went; it is
A fearful thing to fascinate these bodiless non-entities.
Of course when people go to Rome they act like folk at Rome, you know,
But flirting didn't suit my book—I've got a wife at home, you know.
Well, next I felt a gust of wind, "That's Colonel Bones," my host said;
"He's dropped his helmet" (think of that, a helmet on a ghost's head).
"I don't much care," he whispered this, "in fact, I can't endure him;
Dragoons do use such awful words; I've tried in vain to cure him."