“Ah, can it be possible,� she murmured, “that Dr. Lyman told me the truth, and that I am really a medium? How strange it seems, and yet he promised me it should be.�
“You a medium?� Mrs. Wylie shrank from her hostess involuntarily.
“Yes, Dr. Lyman told me I was mediumistic, and that if I would sit down at just the same time every evening, and allow myself to become entirely passive I would soon be made the instrument to take and convey the words of the invisible to the visible. I did not think, however, to obtain this so soon.�
“O Mrs. Lucien, how could you lend yourself to such experiments? You would not deceive me, would you? Tell me truly, did you know what you were doing when you wrote that message to me?�
“No more than I know what I do in my sleep. I have a feeling that I have had dreams, but I cannot recall them.�
“Did this ever happen before?�
“I have had this feeling and a partial remembrance of dreams, but I do not know what I have ever written.�
“Do you think Dr. Lyman had anything to do with this?�
“No, only so far as he has assisted in developing me.�
“What do you mean by that?�