We call them ghosts in America." "So we do here, when we see them." "You do see them then?
You ought to, in this romantic old house." "It's not a romantic old house," said Ralph.

"You'll be disappointed if you count on that.

It's a dismally prosaic one; there's no romance here but what you may have brought with you." "I've brought a great deal; but it seems to me I've brought it to the right place." "To keep it out of harm, certainly; nothing will ever happen to it here, between my father and me." Isabel looked at him a moment.

"Is there never any one here but your father and you ?" "My mother, of course." "Oh, I know your mother; she's not romantic.

Haven't you other people ?" "Very few." "I'm sorry for that; I like so much to see people." "Oh, we'll invite all the county to amuse you," said Ralph.
"Now you're making fun of me," the girl answered rather gravely.