The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 13 Page 5

“I do,” I answered, with emphasis.

“What is it?”

I was silent.

“Well,” she said, “tell me what it is.” She laughed, but her voice was low and anxious.

“I am just wondering whether I shall tell you.”

“Stuff!” she exclaimed proudly. “Am I a child?”

“You are a woman, and should be shielded from the sharp edges of life.”

“Ah!” she murmured “Not all men have thought so. And I wish you wouldn’t talk like that.”

“Nevertheless, I think like that,” I said.