'
'Oh, I don't know. Do you ever,' with a slight hesitation, 'see Laura
now?'
'She is staying with us at present.'
'Is she? I think I should like to see her.'
'If Laura were to see you----'
'Oh, she wouldn't see me. She is not dressed in black, is she?'
'No, in white.'
'Good girl! I suppose mother is in black?'
'Surely, Dick.'
'It's too bad, you know.'
'You weren't exactly--engaged to Laura, were you, Dick?' A bold question
from a father, but the circumstances were unusual. Apologetically, 'I
never rightly knew.'
'No!' Dick has flung back his head again. Confidentially, 'Father, I
sometimes thought of it, but it rather scared me! I expect that is about
how it was with her, too.'
'She is very broken about you now.'
Irritated, 'Oh, hang!'
'Would you like her to forget you, Dick?'
'Rather not. But she might help a fellow a bit. Hullo!'
What calls forth this exclamation, is the little table at which the
seance had taken place. The four chairs are still standing round it, as
if they were guarding something.
'Here's something new, father; this table.
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