George—Not one question, my sister. Always we are inclined to hold you with us too long. You are surprised that the shadows of night already are brooding over your city, and that here in your quiet room twilight has deepened into darkness.
Gentola—George, Inez, bear my loving greetings to all our dear ones. Good-bye, good-bye.
SPIRITUALIZED MAN.
De L'Ester—Again you are at home, and we, your ever faithful friends are here to greet and congratulate you on your improved health.
Gentola—And I with greater pleasure than I can express reciprocate your friendly greeting. Yes, during my visit I was on several occasions conscious of your presence, once especially so.
De L'Ester—That was when you questioned your architect escort as to the dimensions of the rotunda of the building you were observing. Mentally you were comparing it with the rotunda of the Galarēsa̤.
Gentola—That was the time to which I have alluded. I knew you were touching my head, and once I knew that you and George were walking beside me.