“I will not doubt you;—” he said slowly—“But if the Soul of Lilith is here present as you say,—and if it spoke, surely I may know the purport of its language!”
“Surely you may!” replied the monk—“Ask her in your own way to repeat what she said just now. There—” and he smiled gravely as he pointed to the couch—“there is your human phonograph!”
Perplexed, but willing to solve the mystery, El-Râmi bent above the slumbering girl, and, taking her hands in his own, called her by name in his usual manner. The reply came soon—though somewhat faintly.
“I am here!”
“How long have you been here?” asked El-Râmi.
“Since my friend came.”
“Who is that friend, Lilith?”
“One that is near you now—” was the response.
“Did you speak to this friend a while ago?”
“Yes!”