More than once she had felt driven by some uncontrollable power to rise up at the table and cry out to Adele: "You are right! It IS trickery.

There is no truth in it." But she had mastered herself.

For opposite to her sat her patroness, her good friend, the woman who had saved her.

The flush upon Mme.
Dauvray's cheeks and the agitation of her manner warned Celia how much hung upon the success of this last seance.

How much for both of them! And in the fullness of that knowledge a great fear assailed her.