The Great Fortinbras rose from the music-halls to the assembly rooms of provincial towns.
The performance became genteel, and ladies flocked to the matinees.
The Great Fortinbras dropped his pseudonym and became once more Captain Harland.
As Celia grew up, he tried a yet higher flight--he became a spiritualist, with Celia for his medium.

The thought-reading entertainments became thrilling seances, and the beautiful child, now grown into a beautiful girl of seventeen, created a greater sensation as a medium in a trance than she had done as a lightning thought-reader.
"I saw no harm in it," Celia explained to M.Fleuriot, without any attempt at extenuation.

"I never understood that we might be doing any hurt to any one.

People were interested.

They were to find us out if they could, and they tried to and they couldn't.