Did no one ever tell you I had come to live here ?" He was still fingering the fold of her wrapper, but he began to look a little more as if he believed in her reality.
"No," he answered.

"They daren't." "Why ?" asked Mary.
"Because I should have been afraid you would see me.

I won't let people see me and talk me over." "Why ?" Mary asked again, feeling more mystified every moment.
"Because I am like this always, ill and having to lie down.

My father won't let people talk me over either.

The servants are not allowed to speak about me.