The conversation continued to flag. Faull sprawled in his chair, and remained apathetic.
“Would you care to hear what arrangements I have made?”
“I am unaware that any are necessary, beyond chairs for your guests.”
“I mean the decoration of the séance room, the music, and so forth.”
Backhouse stared at his host. “But this is not a theatrical performance.”
“That’s correct. Perhaps I ought to explain.... There will be ladies present, and ladies, you know, are aesthetically inclined.”
“In that case I have no objection. I only hope they will enjoy the performance to the end.”
He spoke rather dryly.
“Well, that’s all right, then,” said Faull. Flicking his cigar into the fire, he got up and helped himself to whisky.
“Will you come and see the room?”