"There's nobody here," Rebecca said.

She looked blankly at the other woman, who brought her rolling-pin
down on a slab of pie-crust with a thud.

"I didn't hear anybody," she said calmly.

"I SAW SOMEBODY PASS THAT WINDOW!"

"You were mistaken again."

"I KNOW I saw somebody."

"You couldn't have. Please shut that door."

Rebecca shut the door. She sat down beside the window and looked
out on the autumnal yard, with its little curve of footpath to the
kitchen door.

"What smells so strong of roses in this room?" she said presently.
She sniffed hard.

"I don't smell anything but these nutmegs."

"It is not nutmeg."

"I don't smell anything else."

"Where do you suppose Agnes is?"