She had lifted the glass to drink and now, suddenly, it slipped out of her hand.
"Oh - "
The glass halted before it struck the floor. It hovered for a moment, then it slowly rose. She reached out and grasped it.
And then it slipped again from her suddenly shaking hand. This time it hit the floor and spilled.
"Try it again," said Bishop.
She said: "I never tried. I don't know how it happened. I just didn't want to drop it, that was all. I wished I hadn't dropped it and then - "
"But the second time - "
"You fool," she screamed, "I tell you I didn't try. I wasn't putting on an exhibition for you. I tell you that I don't know what happened."
"But you did it. It was a start."
"A start?"