Sabine Baring-Gould,
A Book of Ghosts — A Happy Release
(1904)
“ Woolfield had a friend to keep him company, a friend to whom he had poured out his heart. To his dismay, he saw seated opposite him the form of his deceased wife.He tried to be lively; he cracked jokes, but the sight of the grim face and the stony eyes riveted on him damped his spirits, and all his mirth died away."You seem to be out of sorts to-night," said his friend."I am sorry that I act so bad a host," apologised Mr. Woolfield. "Two is company, three is none.""But we are only two here to-night." ”
