“Arthur, you know in your heart that nothing can come of it. You’re only increasing your unhappiness. And even if you could bring her from the grave for a moment, why can you not let her troubled soul rest in peace?” “If she died a natural death we shall have no power over her, but if her death was violent perhaps her spirit is earthbound still. I tell you I must be certain. I want to see her once more, and afterwards I shall know what to do.” “I cannot, I cannot,” said the doctor. “Give me the books and I will do it alone.” “You know that I have nothing here.” “Then you must help me,” said Arthur. “After all, why should you mind? We perform a certain operation, and if nothing happens we are no worse off then before. On the other hand, if we succeed…. Oh, for God’s sake, help me! If you have any care for my happiness do this one thing for me.” He stepped back and looked at the doctor. The Frenchman’s eyes were fixed upon the ground. “It’s madness,” he muttered. He was intensely moved by Arthur’s appeal. At last he shrugged his shoulders. “After all, if it is but a foolish mummery it can do no harm.” “You will help me?” cried Arthur. “If it can give you any peace or any satisfaction, I am willing to do what I can. But I warn you to be prepared for a great disappointment.” Chapter XV Arthur wished to set about the invocation then and there, but Dr Porhoët said it was impossible. They were all exhausted after the long journey, and it was necessary to get certain things together without which nothing could be done. In his heart he thought that a night’s rest would bring Arthur to a more reasonable mind. When the light of day shone upon the earth he would be ashamed of the desire which ran counter to all his prepossessions. But Arthur remembered that on the next day it would be exactly a week since Margaret’s death, and it seemed to him that then their spells might have a greater efficacy. When they came down in the morning and greeted one another, it was plain that none of them had slept. “Are you still of the same purpose as last night?” asked Dr Porhoët gravely. “I am.” The doctor hesitated nervously. “It will be necessary, if you wish to follow out the rules of the old necromancers, to fast through the whole day.” “I am ready to do anything.” “It will be no hardship to me,” said Susie, with a little hysterical laugh. “I feel I couldn’t eat a thing if I tried.” “I think the whole affair is sheer folly,” said Dr Porhoët. “You promised me you would try.”