And then he spoke again in French to Helene Vauquier.

"Well, continue, mademoiselle! Assume that the company is assembled for our seance." "Then Mlle.

Celie, dressed in a long gown of black velvet, which set off her white arms and shoulders well--oh, mademoiselle did not forget those little trifles," Helene Vauquier interrupted her story, with a return of her bitterness, to interpolate--"mademoiselle would sail into the room with her velvet train flowing behind her, and perhaps for a little while she would say there was a force working against her, and she would sit silent in a chair while madame gaped at her with open eyes.

At last mademoiselle would say that the powers were favourable and the spirits would manifest themselves to night.

Then she would be placed in a cabinet, perhaps with a string tied across the door outside--you will understand it was my business to see after the string--and the lights would be turned down, or perhaps out altogether.
Or at other times we would sit holding hands round a table, Mlle.