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MRS. DON.
‘You have not gone away, have you? We must be patient. Are you still there?’

ROGERS.
‘I think I felt a movement.’

MRS. DON.
‘Don’t talk, please. Are you still there?’

The table moves.

‘Yes! It is your mother who is speaking; do you understand that?’

The table moves.

‘Yes. What shall I ask him now?’

ROGERS.
‘We leave it to you, Mrs. Don.’

MRS. DON.
‘Have you any message you want to send us? Yes. Is it important? Yes. Are we to spell it out in the usual way? Yes. Is the first letter of the first word A? Is it B?’

She continues through the alphabet to L, when the table responds. Similarly she finds that the second letter is O.

‘Is the word Love? Yes. But I don’t understand that movement. You are not displeased with us, are you? No. Does the second word begin with A?–with B? Yes.’

The second word is spelt out Bade and the third Me.

‘Love Bade Me—-If it is a quotation, I believe I know it! Is the fourth word Welcome? Yes.’

LAURA.
‘Love Bade Me Welcome.’

MRS. DON.
‘That movement again! Don’t you want me to go on?’

LAURA.
‘Let us stop.’

MRS. DON.
‘Not unless he wishes it. Why are those words so important? Does the message end there? Is any one working against you? Some one antagonistic? Yes. Not one of ourselves surely? No. Is it any one we know? Yes. Can I get the name in the usual way? Yes. Is the first letter of this person’s name A?–B?—-‘

It proves to be F. One begins to notice a quaint peculiarity of Mrs. Don’s. She is so accustomed to homage that she expects a prompt response even from the shades.

‘Is the second letter A?’

The table moves.

‘FA. Fa—-?’

She is suddenly enlightened.

‘Is the word Father? Yes.’

They all turn and look for the first time at Mr. Don. He has heard, and rises apologetically.

MR. DON.
distressed, ‘I had no intention–Should I go away, Grace?’

She answers sweetly without a trace of the annoyance she must surely feel.

MRS. DON.
‘Perhaps you had better, Robert.’

ROGERS.
‘I suppose it is because he is an unbeliever? He is not openly antagonistic, is he?’

MRS. DON.
sadly enough, ‘I am afraid he is.’ They tend to discuss the criminal as if he was not present.

MAJOR.
‘But he must admit that we do get messages.’

MRS. DON.
reluctantly, ‘He says we think we do. He says they would not want to communicate with us if they had such trivial things to say.’

ROGERS.
‘But we are only on the threshold, Don. This is just a beginning.’

LAURA.
‘Didn’t you hear, Mr. Don–“Love Bade Me Welcome”?’

MR. DON.
‘Does that strike you as important, Laura?’

LAURA.
‘He said it was.’

MRS. DON.
‘It might be very important to him, though we don’t understand why.’

She speaks gently, but there is an obstinacy in him, despite his meekness.

MR. DON.
‘I didn’t mean to be antagonistic, Grace. I thought. I wasn’t thinking of it at all.’

MRS. DON.
‘Not thinking of Dick, Robert? And it was only five months ago!’

MR. DON.
who is somehow, without meaning it, always in the wrong, ‘I’ll go.’

ROGERS.
‘A boy wouldn’t turn his father out. Ask him.’

MR. DON.
forlornly, ‘As to that–as to that—-‘