diaphalous

Updated: June 29, 2025

"Not always," she said. Mr. Polly was some time before he replied. "Come here always when I'm a ghost," he replied. "Spoil the place for others," said the fat woman, abandoning her moral solicitudes for a more congenial point of view. "Not my sort of ghost wouldn't," said Mr. Polly, emerging from another long pause. "I'd be a sort of diaphalous feeling just mellowish and warmish like...."

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - The History of Mr. Polly