Nearly every time I felt these queer movements Lady Lodge asked, "Did you move, Woodie?" I had certainly not done so consciously, and said so, and while I was feeling that 'drawing' feeling through hands and arms, I said nothing myself, till Lady Lodge and Norah both said, "What _is_ the table doing? It has never done like this before." Then I told of my strange feelings in hands and arms, etc. Lady Lodge said it must be due to nerves, or muscles, or something of the sort. These strange feelings did not last long at a time, and generally, but not always, they came after Lady Lodge had asked questions (to some one on the other side). After a bit, when the 'feelings' had gone from me at least, Lady Lodge suggested Norah's going for Honor, who came, but said on first sitting down that the table felt dead, and she did not think that anyone was there. LADY L.--Is anyone coming? We should be so pleased if anyone could; we have been sitting here some time very patiently. Nothing happened for a bit, and Lady Lodge said, "I don't think it is any good." But I said, "Oh, do wait a little longer, that tingling feeling is coming back again." And Honor said, "Yes, I think there is something." And then the table began to move, and Lady Lodge asked:-- LADY L.--Raymond, darling, is that you? (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. LADY L.--You are rocking like a rocking-horse. Do you remember the rocking-horse at Newcastle? YES. LADY L.--Can you give its name? (They went through the alphabet, and it spelt out:--) PRINCE. [It used to be called Archer Prince.] (Soon after this the table began to show signs of restlessness, and Honor said: "I expect he wants to send a message." So Lady Lodge said:--) LADY L.--Do you want to send a message? YES. HONOR.--Well, we're all ready; start away. YOURLOVETOMYRTYPEKILL. HONOR.--Raymond, that is wrong, isn't it? Was "Your love to my" right? YES. HONOR.--Very well, we will start from there. (The message then ran:-- YOUR LOVE TO MY LITTLE SISTER. Before the whole of 'sister' was made out, he showed great delight; and when the message was repeated to him in full to see if it was right, he was so pleased, and showed it so vigorously, that _he_, and we, all laughed together. I could never have believed how real the feeling would be of his presence amongst us.) LADY L.--Do you mean Lily? YES. LADY L.--Is she here? YES. LADY L.--Are you here in the room? YES.