“I must say, Elinor, when you try to be idiotic you succeed a little better than any one I ever knew before you.� Mr. Wylie looked his annoyance.
“But, Horace, if I was not under some influence, why did I sing and clap my hands for that spirit to dance? Do you think I would have done such an absurd and unheard of thing of my own volition?�
“There’s no telling what you might or might not do, Elinor. I confess you surprise even me very frequently.�
Mrs. Wylie sighed. It seemed difficult to combat the now apparently fixed belief of her husband in spirit manifestation.
“Did you hear the music that seemed to be playing in the air above our heads from the moment the medium entered the room?� inquired Mrs. Lucien.
“No, I did not notice it; did you, Horace?�
Mr. Wylie shook his head.
“How strange! I heard the sound of many instruments blending in a wonderful harmony,� murmured Mrs. Lucien.
“A further proof that we were hypnotized,� replied Mrs. Wylie. “You, Mrs. Lucien, were the most susceptible and first brought under control?�
Mr. Wylie looked disgusted.