"Is it Mrs. Colfodder?"
No reply.
"Is it I, Eugenia Turligood?"
No, it certainly was not.
"Well, then, I suppose it must be Mr. Stellato!"
Here the table was violently convulsed, as if somebody were pulling it very hard upon Mr. Stellato's side, and somebody else holding it with rigid firmness upon the other.
"Is it Mr. Stellato?"
Convulsion repeated.
"I don't think you stopped long enough at Mrs. Colfodder's name," interposed Miss Branly. "I am sure the table was going to move, if you had given it time."
"Nothing easier than to try again," responded Miss Turligood. "Is it Mrs. Colfodder?"