‘What do you mean?’
‘Come to some more of our séances, will you? do say you’ll come!’
She laid her hand gently upon his arm, and fixed her eyes almost entreatingly upon him. He stared at her like one fascinated, then shrank before her glance.
‘Why do you wish me to come?’ he said.
‘You know my thoughts and feelings on this subject. You and I are cast in different moulds; we must go different ways.’
She smiled sadly.
‘The spirits will it otherwise,’ she said; while under her breath she added, ‘and so do I.’
But he was in no mood to yield that day. As soon as Eustasia saw this she rose to go. When her thin hand lay in his, she said softly:
‘Mr. Bradley, if ever you are in trouble come to us; you will find it is not all humbug then!’
Eustasia returned home full of hope. ‘He will come,’ she said; ‘yes, he will assuredly come.’ But days passed, and he neither came nor sent; at last, growing impatient, she called again at his house; then she learned that he had left London.