Hannah did not seem to be half so frightened this time as she had been on the first occasion, and, after a few yawns, said she was all right and felt much refreshed by the sleep the Doctor’s physic had given her. “’Tis ever so much better nor jalap,” she said, grinning from ear to ear, “and so be it brings Joe and I together agin, why, I don’t mind ’ow many evenin’s I comes up ’ere, and goes to sleep.” “Have you and your young man quarrelled, then, Hannah?” demanded the Professor. “Not exactly quarrelled, Sir, but we ain’t as we was, not by no manner of means, and it has cut me up sorely. My mother, she wouldn’t keep nothin’ to ’erself, but kep’ on tellin’ the neighbours as I see wisions and things, and then Mrs. Brushwood, she cut up rough and says as she wouldn’t have no ghosties nor sich-like about ’er ’ouse, and Joe, he lives on ’is mother, so ’e can’t but side with ’er!” “Poor child! And so they turned you out of your home for a power which is no fault of yours,” said Ricardo. “Yes, Sir. Mother, she said I must go, an’ p’r’aps they’d forget it arter a while. Mother was allays terrible angered if I said I had seen anythink. But ’twarn’t my fault, for I ’ated it, and do so to this day, and all I ’opes is, as the Doctor’s physic will cure me of seein’ ’em, so that I may go ’ome to mother and Joe. Good-night, Sir, and thank ye kindly.” As the girl disappeared, Ricardo turned to Steinberg and said, “I have half a mind to give it all up, my friend, at all events with this medium. I am afraid we are not doing right in deceiving her! She is so simple she takes our word for everything, and all the while instead of curing her, we are urging on the development of her magnificent powers.”