(The table rocked three times.)
Lady L.—That is good of you, because Woodie did so want you to come.
(The table rocked to and fro with a pleased motion, most difficult to express on paper.)
Woodie.—Do you think that I have any power?
No.
[Personally, I do not feel so sure of this. After the sitting and during it, I felt there might be a possibility.—Woodie.]
Lady L.—Lorna has gone to nurse the soldiers, night duty. They are typhoid patients, and I do not like it. Do you think it will do her any harm?
No.
Lady L.—Do you like her doing this?
Yes.