On their return to the latter apartment the proceedings followed the
order observed at the previous seance. Mrs. Legrand rose from her chair
and walked feebly through the back parlour into the cabinet. Dr. Hull
then locked and braced a chair against the door opening into the hall,
giving the key to Paul. Then, having arranged the three chairs as before,
across the double door between the parlours, he seated Miss Ludington and
Paul, and, having turned the gas down, took the third chair.
All being ready, Alta, who was at the piano, struck the opening chords of
the same soft, low music that she had played at the previous seance.
It seemed to Miss Ludington that she played much longer than before, and
she began to think that either there was to be some failure in the
seance, or that something had happened to Mrs. Legrand.
Perhaps she was dead. This horrible thought, added to the strain of
expectancy, affected her nerves so that in another moment she must have
screamed out, when, as before, she felt a faint, cool air fan her
forehead, and a few seconds later Ida appeared at the door of the cabinet
and glided into the room.
She was dressed as at her former appearance, in white, with her shoulders
bare, and the wealth of her golden hair falling to her waist behind.
From the moment that she emerged from the shadows of the cabinet Paul's
eyes were glued to her face with an intensity quite beyond any ordinary
terms of description.
Fancy having not over a minute in which to photograph upon the mind a
form the recollection of which is to furnish the consolation of a
lifetime. The difficulties of securing this second seance, and the doubt
that involved the obtaining of another, had deeply impressed him. He
might never again see Ida on earth, and upon the fidelity with which his
memory retained every feature of her face, every line of her figure, his
thoughts by day, and his dreams by night, might have to depend for their
texture until he should meet her in another world.
The lingering looks that are the lover's luxury were not for these
fleeting seconds. His gaze burned upon her face and played around her
form like lightning. He grudged the instantaneous muscles of the eye the
time they took to make the circuit of her figure.
But when, as on that other night, she came close up to him and smiled
upon him, time and circumstance were instantly forgotten, and he fell
into a state of enchantment in which will and thought were inert.
He was aroused from it by an extraordinary change that came over her. She
started and shivered slightly in every limb. The recognition faded out of
her eyes and gave place to a blank bewilderment.
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