“Wanted me to put him wise to mediumship. Thinks it’s a trick of some sort that I could teach him.”
“The foolish lump! Well, it’s a good thing, for he won’t dare show his face here again.”
“Oh, won’t he?”
“If he does I’ll slap it for him. To think of his upsettin’ you like this. Why, you’re shakin’ all over.”
“I suppose I wouldn’t be a medium if I wasn’t high strung. Someone said we were poets, only more so. But it’s bad just when work is beginning.”
“I’ll give you healing.”
She put her little, work-worn hands over his high forehead and held them there in silence.
“That’s better!” said he. “Well done, Mary. I’ll have a cigarette in the kitchen. That will finish it.”
“No, there’s someone here.” She had looked out of the window. “Are you fit to see her? It’s a woman.”
“Yes, yes. I am all right now. Show her in.”