He must live there.

And the first thing he says is, 'Have you gone on with your sittings?
You should, you should.' To-day he changed his formula and said, 'You must,' and when I was going away, he looked at me in a damned odd way and remarked in his low, toneless voice, 'You will.' I declare I almost think he must have a sort of influence over me, for I couldn't go to bed for the life of me, and here I am.

By the way, Marr seems to have a sort of power of divination.
Last night, when I happened to see him, he began talking about doctors, and, by Jove, didn't he abuse them! He says they stand more in the way of the development of the spiritual forces in man than any other body of people.

He denounced them all as low materialists, immersed in the tinkering of the flesh.

'What does the flesh matter ?' he said.