Her manner was half patronizing, half domineering. "What did I tell you? You feel as if, well, you don't quite know what to do, and you're saying to yourself all the time, 'Now, what shall I do?' That's just the condition I get."
"Do you think you could help me?"
"I don't know; I'll try. I ain't feeling very receptive to spirit influence to-day; I guess I overeat myself some; but then, again, I might be very successful; there's no telling. You just let me hold your hands a few minutes and I can see right off whether conditions are favorable or not."
He did so. Suddenly she turned her head to one side and spoke as if to an invisible person beside her.
"Oh, she's here, is she? What is it? She says she can't find him? Well, what about him? What? Shall I tell him that?"
She opened her eyes and drew a long breath.
"Luella is here and she says to tell you that Felicia wants to give you a message. Do you understand who I mean?"
"Yes, I know. She's the lady you spoke to me about before, with the white hair."
"Would her name be Felicia Grant?"
He assented timidly, as if fearing to acknowledge it.