It began to "blow kisses," and the face smiled.

"Adrienne, are you still angry ?" "No, that's over." "And now ?" "Oh, I am happy!" "And Lucie ?" "She knows nothing; she is asleep." In Lucie's case, indeed, these odd manifestations were--as the pure experimentalist might say--only too sanative, only too rapidly tending to normality.

M.Janet accompanied his psychological inquiries with therapeutic suggestion, telling Adrienne not only to go to sleep when he clapped his hands, or to answer his questions in writing, but to cease having headaches, to cease having convulsive attacks, to recover normal sensibility, and so on.

Adrienne obeyed, and even as she obeyed the rational command, her own Undine-like identity vanished away.

The day came when M.Janet called on Adrienne, and Lucie laughed and asked him who he was talking to.