It was Ida; but what a change had passed upon her! This was no pale
spirit, counterfeiting for a few brief moments, with the aid of darkness,
the semblance of mortal flesh, but an unmistakable daughter of earth. Her
bosom was palpitating with agitation, and, instead of the lofty serenity
of a spirit, her eyes expressed the trouble of a perplexed girl who is
fast becoming frightened.
As Paul and Miss Ludington stepped forth from the cabinet she fixed upon
them a pair of questioning eyes. There was not a particle of recognition
in their expression. Presently she spoke. Her voice was a mezzo-soprano,
low and sweet, but just now sharpened by an accent of apprehension.
"Where am I?" she asked.
After a moment, during which their brains reeled with an amazement so
utter that they doubted the evidence of their senses--doubted even their
own existence and identities, there had simultaneously flashed over the
minds of Paul and Miss Ludington the explanation of what they beheld.
The prodigy, the theoretical possibility of which they had discussed
after the seance of the week before, and scarcely thought of since, had
come to pass.
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