Sana reclined restfully back within the cushioned chair and the doctor bent over her. With his hands he made a few passes before her face, with a steady look of intensity he performed the preliminaries of the hypnotist. His piercing glance held her gaze. His eyes seemed fairly to devour hers. Soon her eyes dimmed and slowly commenced to close. Her mind was giving way to his dominating will. Slowly the girl’s eyes closed entirely, the muscles of her body relaxed and her mind sought another plane.
Dr. White straightened up and turning to Mrs. O’Brien said softly, “She is gone.”
The doctor drew his chair close to and directly in front of Sana. In a clear voice that seemed more to make itself felt rather than heard, he propounded his queries.
“What does your fiancé, François de Rochelle, do when you are under his hypnotic influence?”
Slowly came the answer, “He teaches me some dance steps and also makes love to me.”
“Do you really love him?”
“Well, I would do anything to please him, but——”
“But what?”
“I did not love him before we were engaged.”
“How did that happen?”