It is not sufficiently
bright to enable him to read, but an evening paper lies on his knee. He
seems wistful and meek. He is paying no attention to the party round the
table. When he hears their voices it is only as empty sounds.
The mother continues. 'Perhaps I am putting the question in the wrong
way. Are you not able to tell us any more?'
A man's voice breaks in. 'There was a distinct movement that time, but
it is so irregular.'
'I thought so, but please don't talk. Do you want to tell us more? Is it
that you can't hear me distinctly? He seems to want to tell us more, but
something prevents him.'
'In any case, Mrs. Don, it is extraordinary. This is the first seance I
have ever taken part in, but I must believe now.'
'Of course, Major, these are the simplest manifestations. They are only
the first step. But if we are to go on, the less we talk the better.
Shall we go on? It is not agitating you too much, Laura?'
A girl answers, 'There was a moment when I--but I wish I was braver. I
think it is partly the darkness. I suppose we can't have a little
light?'
'Certainly we can, dear.
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