And even as she spoke Mme.
Dauvray's voice rang shrill and irritable up the stairs.
"Celie! Celie!" "Quick, Helene," said Celia.

For she herself was now anxious to have the seance over and done with.
But Helene did not hurry.

The more irritable Mme.

Dauvray became, the more impatient with Mlle.

Celie, the less would Mlle.