“An atheist,” said the dogmatic voice of the individual who had given that common-sense view of spiritualism the previous evening, “must be a fool of the most complete type. Because he doubts what men teach of God, is no reason for doubting the existence of God. I grant that the Reverend John Smith, with his high-falutin’ trappings of Ritualism on one side, and the Reverend Josiah Stiggins, with his coarse and commonplace familiarity with the Almighty (whose personality he has the effrontery to expound as if he were discussing the characteristics of an ordinary mortal), on the other, are enough to drive hundreds of people out of the pale of Christianity, and force them to take refuge in defiance and opposition. But, all the same, the expectation of another life is a rooted belief in the minds of all men, quite apart from religion. Even the savage has it. If we call it human nature to eat, drink, fight, love, or desire, it must also be human nature that gives universal assent to this idea of an after existence. The fact of finding it in all races is but a proof that Man is the creation of a Power that intends him for a far wider range of existence than he sees before him. There are many things affirmed by man’s consciousness that he cannot really or logically explain. Yet it is a narrow reasoning that bids us reject the inexplicable.”
“Yet you reject spiritualism,” said Mrs Jefferson quickly.
“Not at all, my dear madam. I only reject the humiliating and degrading trickery that is its sensational form. I only repeat what I said yesterday, that no lofty or educated mind could do anything but resent the idea of being subjugated to a mere material will, and being forced by that will to perform conjuring tricks in order that a small portion of the civilised world should gape, and gaze, and cry out ‘How wonderful!’ To deny that spirits exist, aye and work, would be to deny the very crudest faith in Christianity.”
“There is no doubt,” said Colonel Estcourt, “that everything is explicable, but we must wait for the growth and development of our higher natures before we can comprehend half the mysteries of the higher life. The great fault of the materialist and the scientist is, that they would fain bring everything down to the level of their present comprehension, instead of patiently waiting the completion of their future spiritual forces. It is quite evident that we are not meant to attain our full mental stature on the earth-plane, or what would be left to achieve in the countless ages of immortality? Man believes in immortality and yet seems to contemplate it as a state of stagnation and quiescence. Why he believes in it he cannot fully explain. It is, as you said before, a consciousness given to the races of humanity, but no more capable of commonplace analysis than time, or space, or thought.”
“The beautiful is as the cloud that floats in radiant space,” murmured the poet. “The very vagueness of form permits the eye to clothe it in the loveliest tints of Fancy.”
“Now that’s what I call rational,” murmured Mrs Jefferson in Colonel Estcourt’s ear. “Do you think he knows what he means. I guess he don’t... Gracious!”
She started, and suddenly grasped his arm. “Look,” she said, “there’s the princess in the doorway. Is she coming in? No! She’s moving away. I believe she’s going into the drawing-room after all. Did you see her?”
“No,” said Colonel Estcourt. “Are you sure it was the princess?”
His face looked strangely pale. She saw that his hand trembled as he laid down his knife on the plate before him.
“Sure?” exclaimed Mrs Jefferson, with asperity. “Of course I’m sure! It’s not easy to mistake her, I fancy. I can’t think why you didn’t catch sight of her. She just looked in as she passed, I suppose.”