"That is a mysterious locket," said Mme. Levine; "in ordinary times it is perfectly blank. When the medium wishes to think of any particular individual, the face is represented on the glass."
Lena smiled, incredulously.
"I cannot believe that," she said.
The madame touched a small bell, and its silvery cadence had scarcely died away when the servant attached to the house entered.
"Bring down Adéle," she exclaimed.
The domestic bowed and departed.
"Oh!" said Lena, under her breath. "Her name is Adéle."
Presently Adéle Bellefontaine, pale and delicate, entered the room, with an absent air.
She did not seem to notice any one.
"Child," exclaimed Madame Levine.