Mrs.Teed replaced the bed-clothes, which flew off again, the pillow striking John Teed in the face.

Mr.Teed then left the room, observing, in a somewhat unscientific spirit, that "he had had enough of it".

The others, with a kindness which did them credit, sat on the edges of the bed, and repressed the desire of the sheets and blankets to fly away.

The bed, however, sent forth peels like thunder, when Esther suddenly fell into a peaceful sleep.
Next evening Dr.Carritte arrived, and the bolster flew at his head, _and then went back again under Esther's_.

While paralysed by this phenomenon, unprecedented in his practice, the doctor heard a metal point scribbling on the wall.