It was as if she (ashamed of her own weakness) had resolved to punish him for presumption. He smarted under her indifference, but made no open protest, though his hand (in the pocket of his coat) rested upon the jeweled sign of her self-surrender.
She lost a little of her indifference when she learned that Bartol had been kept awake all night by the significance of the phenomena he had witnessed, and she joined heartily in declaring that he must be met in every demand. "Oh, I wish I might see the experiments," she exclaimed.
"He wishes you to do so," replied Victor, eagerly. "The Voices told him to have you in the circle, you and Mrs. Joyce—"
"And Marie," added Mrs. Ollnee. "Marie is psychic."
"When do we try?" asked Leo, meeting his eyes a little unsteadily, so it seemed to him.
Again Mrs. Ollnee answered for him. "To-night; Mr. Bartol is telephoning now, arranging for it."
"How do you know?" asked Victor.
"Your father is speaking to me."
"I hear him!" exclaimed Mrs. Joyce, listening intently.
"What does he say?" asked Leo.