Later in the evening she said, “Manzie is so amazed!” When I asked whether he believed it, she returned: “He does now. He has thought....” Details personal to him followed.
Still later I asked whether Mr. Kendal had telegraphed me, and she said that he had not, though he had intended to do so. As a matter of fact, he had not at that time received my telegram, but he afterward told me that when it reached him, twelve hours later, his reactions were exactly as she had described them. Also, his intention of telegraphing me immediately was delayed several hours by business necessities. This is one of several instances when a difference of plane has seemed to enable them to look ahead for a limited space and foretell events.
The next morning, for the first time in ten days, the pencil was merely a piece of dead wood between my fingers, without impulse. After long delay it moved slowly, making light circles, but no words came.
I knew that Mrs. Gaylord had intended to make an effort that day to get into touch with Frederick through a semi-professional medium in her vicinity, and in the evening I took up a pencil, wondering whether we could learn what success had attended the attempt.
“Mary.”
Supposing this to be Mary Kendal, I made some allusion to Mansfield, and was immediately corrected.
“No. Mary K.”
This was surprising, as it was the first time she had responded since my initial effort to establish this intercourse. She said that Mary Kendal was not present, and that Frederick had met his mother at Mrs. Z——’s, with results only partially satisfactory—which letters from the Gaylord family afterward verified. We suggested that this might have been discouraging, and she replied: “Discouragement is not for Frederick.”
“How do you know so much about Frederick now?” I asked. “Ten days ago you said you did not know him.”
“Mrs. Kendal interested me in him. He is for justice, light, and progress. My work, too.”