When I sent these answers to Mr Stead on returning to England, I wrote down Julia O. (ignoring the repetition of the O); and in connection with the other answers, told him, of course, of my previous conversation with Miss Whiting, which reduced the whole episode to one of possible Thought Transference. In answering me he said: "I am glad Julia was able to give her name, even if it were Thought Transference; but, as a matter of fact, it is not her whole name which you received--she always signed her letters to me '_Julia O. O...._'" This makes rather a good bit of evidence, seeing that the second O _had_ been given, but discarded by Mrs Gray and myself as a repetition of the first letter of the _surname!_ To resume my experiences with Mr Knapton Thompson. In the evening of this writing incident Mrs Gray had another public _seance_, at which I was again present, Mr Thompson sitting on one side of me. After some "materialisations," for other members of the circle had appeared, Mrs Gray announced that Stead's "Julia" was present in the cabinet, and wished to speak to me. I went up at once, and the form came out and stood in very fair light from the gas-burners. She seized my hands with every appearance of delight and eagerness, and her grasp was strong and tense. It is my peculiarity always to notice hands very accurately. They always seem to me to indicate character very closely; and apart from this, I am attracted by people who have well-shaped hands (not necessarily _small_ ones), and find it very difficult to ignore clumsy or ugly fingers, which, unfortunately, never escape my notice. Now the medium's hands were broad, short, and flabby, as I had had plenty of opportunities of noting in the afternoon when he held my wrist. The hands which grasped mine now were, on the contrary, well made, small, and rather narrow, the true type of the American female hand. Mr Thompson had come up also to greet "Julia," and I whispered to him: "Do ask Julia if there was not a mistake about her age this afternoon." "No; you ask the question yourself, Miss Bates," he answered. So I said rather eagerly: "Julia, do tell us, please, if there was not a mistake this afternoon in your age--the answer was twenty-three. Is that correct?" A very emphatic shake of the head signifying "No" was the reply to this last question, but no sounds proceeded from the lips. Disappointed by this, I asked; "Can you not speak to us?" She made a little gesture of rather helpless dissent; and Mrs Gray, who stood by, explained that probably all her strength had gone to building up the materialised body sufficiently to make it visible to us. Julia bowed her head in assent to this, and then, still speechless, retired once more behind the curtains.