“We've got some up at the castle,” said Edmund.
The Dwarf gave a low whistle. “Beards and bedsteads!” he said. “So there really is a castle, after all?”
“It's only a ruin,” said Lucy.
The Dwarf stared round at all four of them with a very curious expression on his face. “And who on earth—?” he began, but then broke off and said, “No matter. Breakfast first. But one thing before we go on. Can you lay your hand on your hearts and tell me I'm really alive? Are you sure I wasn't drowned and we're not all ghosts together?”
