“But can she answer such questions?”
“Mark,” said Balsamo: “Do you see?”
She started at the sound of his voice and turned towards him.
“Not so clearly as if you were speaking,” she replied: “but still I do see.”
“Then tell me what you see on the night of your fainting.”
“Why do you not commence by the night of the 31st of May, sir? Your suspicions start at that point, methinks? this is the time for all to be made clear.”
“No, my lord,” rejoined Philip: “it is useless: I now believe in your word of honor. He who disposes of so wondrous a power would not act in an ignoble way. Sister,” repeated he, “relate to me what happened on the night when you swooned.”
“I do not remember.”
“I suppose as she was asleep—— ”
“Her spirit was awake,” said Balsamo, and holding out his hand to the obstinate medium with a frown indicating a doubling of will and action, he said: