Then he heard the rustle of the woman's silk dress as she sat down opposite to him in the dark.

He felt unaccountably nervous, and her china blue eyes had made a disagreeable impression upon him.

He expected something to happen.
"I see a name over your head," said a clear, bell-like voice, certainly not Giuditta Astarita's.

"It is Veronica." Bosio started uneasily, though like most Neapolitans, he had visited somnambulists more than once.
"Who is speaking ?" he asked quickly.
"It is the spirit," said the woman's hoarse tones.

"That is his voice.
Is there such a person as Veronica in your life?
Is it about her that you wish to consult the spirits ?" "Yes," said the spirit voice, before Bosio could answer.