"You spoke of a trance?" he said, interrogatively.
Julian looked as guilty as a cribbing schoolboy discovered in his dingy act.
"Doctor, Val and I have to crawl to you for forgiveness," he said.
"To me—why?"
"We have disobeyed you."
"But I should never give you an order."
"Your advice is a command to those who know you, doctor," said Valentine, with a sudden laugh.
"And what advice of mine have you put in the corner with its face to the wall?"
"We have been table-turning again."
"Ah!"