"It is this," she said hurriedly. "I felt I must just speak to you. I wasn't sure whether you quite realized the ... the dangers of all this. I didn't want you to ... to run any risks in my house. I should feel responsible, you know." She laughed nervously. "Risks? Would you mind explaining?" said Laurie. "There ... there are always risks, you know." "What sort?" "Oh ... you know ... nerves, and so on. I ... I have seen people very much upset at _séances_, more than once." Laurie smiled. "I don't think you need be afraid, Lady Laura. It's awfully kind of you; but, do you know, I'm ashamed to say that, if anything, I'm rather bored." The pince-nez gleamed. "But--but don't you believe it? I thought Mr. Vincent said--" "Oh yes, I believe it; but, you know, it seems to me so natural now. Even if nothing happens tonight, I don't think I shall believe it any the less." She was silent an instant. "You know there are other risks," she said suddenly. "What? Are things thrown about?" "Please don't laugh at it, Mr. Baxter. I am quite serious." "Well--what kind do you mean?" Again she paused. "It's very awful," she said; "but, you know, people's nerves do break down entirely sometimes, even though they're not in the least afraid. I saw a case once--" She stopped. "Yes?" "It--it was a very awful case. A girl--a sensitive--broke down altogether under the strain. She's in an asylum." "I don't think that's likely for me," said Laurie, with a touch of humor in his voice. "And, after all, you run these risks, don't you--and Mrs. Stapleton?" "Yes; but you see we're not sensitives. And even I--" "Yes?" "Well, even I feel sometimes rather overcome.... Mr. Baxter, do you quite realize what it all means?" "I think so. To tell the truth--" He stopped. "Yes; but the thing itself is really overwhelming.... There's--there's an extraordinary power sometimes. You know I was with Maud Stapleton when she saw her father--" She stopped again. "Yes?" "I saw him too, you know.... Oh! there was no possibility of fraud. It was with Mr. Vincent. It--it was rather terrible." "Yes?" "Maud fainted.... Please don't tell her I told you, Mr. Baxter; she wouldn't like you to know that. And then other things happen sometimes which aren't nice. Do you think me a great coward? I--I think I've got a fit of nerves tonight." Laurie could see that she was trembling. "I think you're very kind," he said, "to take the trouble to tell me all this. But indeed I was quite ready to be startled. I quite understand what you mean--but--" "Mr. Baxter, you can't understand unless you've experienced it. And, you know, the other day here you knew nothing at all: you were not conscious. Now tonight you're to keep awake; Mr. Vincent's going to arrange to do what he can about that. And--and I don't quite like it." "Why, what on earth can happen?" asked Laurie, bewildered.