they heard him quickly running up.
“This is a ghostly situation,” he said.
“These houses don’t have ghosts—they’ve never had any personality, and only a place with personality can have a ghost,” said Gudrun.
“I suppose so. Are you both weeping over the past?”
“We are,” said Gudrun, grimly.
“Not weeping that it’s gone, but weeping that it ever was,” she said.
“Oh,” he replied, relieved.
He sat down for a moment. There was something in his presence, Ursula thought, lambent and alive. It made even the impertinent structure of this null house disappear.
“Gudrun says she could not bear to be married and put into a house,” said Ursula meaningful—they knew this referred to Gerald.