COLONEL LAWTON.  I’ll see who’s ... [Looks out.] No one.

MRS. BATHOLOMMEY.  Someone must be there.  Who opened the door? [The wind puts out the match in FREDERIK’S hand.  The room is once more in semi-darkness.] There ... it closed again ... [FREDERIK strikes another match and holds it up.  The door is seen to be closed.

COLONEL LAWTON. [Who is nearest to the door.] I didn’t touch it.

FREDERIK. [Blowing out the match.] I’ll have the lamps brought in.

MRS. BATHOLOMMEY.  Curious ...

REV.  MR. BATHOLOMMEY.  It was the wind—­a draught.

COLONEL LAWTON. [Returning to his chair.] Must have been.

CATHERINE. [Entering with a lamp.] Did someone call me?

Without pausing, she sets the lamp on the table down right—­opposite the group of characters.  She turns up the wick and PETER GRIMM is seen standing in the room—­half in shadow.  He is as he was in life.  The clothes he wears appear to be those he wore about his house in the first act.  He carries his hat in his hand.  He has the same kind smile, the same deferential manner, but his face is more spiritual and years younger.  The lamp, which CATHERINE_ has placed on the table, brightens the room._

PETER. [Whose eyes never leave CATHERINE.] Yes ...  I called you....  I’ve come back.

FREDERIK. [To CATHERINE.] No.

PETER.  Don’t be frightened, Katie.  It’s the most natural thing in the world.  You wanted me and I came.

FREDERIK.  Why?  What made you think someone called you?

CATHERINE.  I’m so accustomed to hear Uncle Peter’s voice in this room, that sometimes I forget he’s not here ...  I can’t get over it!  I was almost sure I heard him speak ... but, of course, as soon as I came in—­I remembered....  But some one must have called me.

FREDERIK.  No.

PETER stands looking at them, perplexed; not being able to comprehend as yet that he is not seen.

CATHERINE.  Isn’t it curious ... to hear your name and turn and ... [Unconsciously, she looks in PETER’S face.] no one there?

REV.  MR. BATHOLOMMEY. [Kindly.] Nerves ... imagination.

FREDERIK.  You need a complete change. [Crossing to the door.] For heaven’s sake, let’s have more light or we shall all be hearing voices.

PETER.  Strange....  Nobody seems to see me....  It’s—­it’s extraordinary!  Katie! ...  Katie! ... [His eyes have followed CATHERINE who is now at the door.

CATHERINE. [Pausing.] Perhaps it was the book I was reading that made me think I heard....  The Doctor lent it to me.

FREDERIK. [Pooh-poohing.] Oh!

CATHERINE. [Half to herself.] If he does know, if he can see, he’ll be comforted by the thought that I’m going to do everything he wanted. [She passes out of the room.