“So that Benton could see her?”
“Yes.”
“Could he see her just as she is? Her face and figure—clothes and everything?”
“Yes.”
“Would she seem real or like a ghost—spirit—whatever you choose to call such things?”
Tressa smiled. “She’d be exactly as real as you or I, Victor. She’d seem like anybody else.”
“That’s astonishing,” he muttered. “Could Benton hear her speak?”
“Certainly.”
“Talk to her?”
Tressa laughed: “Of course. If Yulun should make the effort she could leave her body as easily as she undresses herself. It is no more difficult to divest one’s self of one’s body than it is to put off one garment and put on another.... And, somehow, I think Yulun will do it to-night.”