Mr. White Lush: Very likely. (To witness): Did the spirit you heard playing come out of a bottle?
Witness (with dignity): I am not in the habit of making a beast of myself.
Mr. White Lush: But a little drop now and then, eh, Mrs. Preedy?
Witness: As a medicine, sir, only as a medicine. I suffer a martyrdom from spasms. (Laughter.)
Mr. White Lush: A common complaint, Mrs. Preedy. I suffer from them myself.
Witness: You look like it, sir. (Screams of laughter.)
Mr. White Lush: For how long a time did the music continue?
Witness: For five or six minutes, perhaps.
Mr. White Lush: Are you sure it did not last for a longer time—or a shorter?
Witness: No, sir, I am not sure. I was in that state that everythink seemed mixed up.