SAHATOF. I can only speak of what I have seen. I did not see that-- nothing of the kind. FAT LADY. You don't mean to say so? Why, it was quite plainly visible! And to the left there was a monk clothed in black bending over it.... SAHATOF (moves away. Aside). What exaggeration! FAT LADY (addressing the DOCTOR). You must have seen it! It rose up from your side. [DOCTOR goes on counting the pulse without heeding her. FAT LADY (to GROSSMAN). And that light, the light around it, especially around its little face! And the expression so mild and tender, something so heavenly! [Smiles tenderly herself. GROSSMAN. I saw phosphorescent light, and objects changed their places, but I saw nothing more than that. FAT LADY. Don't tell me! You don't mean it! It is simply that you scientists of Charcot's school do not believe in a life beyond the grave! As for me, no one could now make me disbelieve in a future life--no one in the world! [GROSSMAN moves away from her. FAT LADY. No, no, whatever you may say, this is one of the happiest moments of my life! When I heard Sarasate play, and now.... Yes! (No one listens to her. She goes up to SIMON.) Now tell me, my friend, what did you feel? Was it very trying? SIMON (laughs). Yes, ma'm, just so. FAT LADY. Still not unendurable? SIMON. Just so, ma'm. (To LEONID FYODORITCH.) Am I to go? LEONID FYODORITCH. Yes, you may go. DOCTOR (to the PROFESSOR). The pulse is the same, but the temperature is lower. PROFESSOR. Lower! (Considers awhile, then suddenly divines the conclusion.) It had to be so--it had to descend! The dual influence crossing had to produce some kind of reflex action. Yes, that's it! [Exeunt, all talking at once-- LEONID FYODORITCH. I'm only sorry we had no complete materialisation. But still.... Come, gentlemen, let us go to the drawing-room? FAT LADY. What specially struck me was when he flapped his wings, and one saw how he rose! GROSSMAN (to SAHATOF). If we had kept to hypnotism, we might have produced a thorough state of epilepsy. The success might have been complete! SAHATOF. It is very interesting, but not entirely convincing. That is all I can say. [Enter THEODORE IVANITCH. LEONID FYODORITCH (with paper in his hand). Ah, Theodore, what a remarkable seance we have had! It turns out that the peasants must have the land on their own terms. THEODORE IVANITCH. Dear me! LEONID FYODORITCH. Yes, indeed. (Showing paper.) Fancy, this paper that I returned to them, suddenly appeared on the table! I have signed it. THEODORE IVANITCH. How did it get there? LEONID FYODORITCH. Well, it did get there! [Exit. THEODORE IVANITCH follows him out. TANYA (gets from under the sofa and laughs). Oh, dear, oh dear! Well, I did get a fright when he got hold of the thread! (Shrieks.) Well, anyhow, it's all right--he has signed it! [Enter GREGORY. GREGORY. So it was you that was fooling them?