The Necromancers eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 237 pages of information about The Necromancers.

Laurie, as Mr. Parker had noticed, had been “quiet-like”; he had said very little indeed, but a nervous strain was evident in the brightness of his eyes; but in answer to a conventional inquiry he had declared himself extremely well.  Mr. Vincent had looked at him for just an instant longer than usual as he shook hands, but he said nothing.  Mrs. Stapleton had made an ecstatic remark or two on the envy with which she regarded the boy’s sensitive faculties.

At the beginning of the seance the medium had repeated his warnings as to Laurie’s avoiding of trance, and had added one or two other precautions.  Then he had gone into the cabinet; the fire had been pressed down under ashes, and a single candle lighted and placed behind the angle of the little adjoining room in such a position that its shaded light fell upon the cabinet only and the figure of the medium within.

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When the silence became fixed, Lady Laura for the first time perceived the rage of wind and rain outside.  The very intensity of the interior stillness and the rapture of attention emphasized to an extraordinary degree the windy roar without.  Yet the silence seemed to her, now as always, to have a peculiar faculty of detaching the psychical from the physical atmosphere.  In spite of the batter of rain not ten feet away, the sighing between the shutters, and even the lift now and again of the heavy curtains in the draught, she seemed to herself as remote from it as does a man crouching in the dark under some ruin feel himself at an almost infinite distance from the pick and the hammer of the rescuers.  These were in one world, she in another.

For over an hour no movement was made.  She herself sat facing the fire, Laurie on her left looking towards the cabinet with his back to the windows, Mrs. Stapleton opposite to her.

An endless procession of thoughts defiled before her as she sat, yet these too were somewhat remote—­far up, so to speak, on the superficies of consciousness:  they did not approach that realm of the will poised now and attentive on another range of existence.  Once and again she glanced up without moving her head at the three-quarter profile on her left, at the somewhat Zulu-like outline opposite to her; then down again at the polished little round table and the six hands laid upon it.  And meanwhile her brain revolved images rather than thoughts, memories rather than reflections—­vignettes, so to speak,—­old Mr. Cathcart in his spats and frock-coat, the look on the medium’s face, there and gone again in an instant as he had heard the stranger’s name; the carved oak stalls of the chancel towards which she had faced this morning, the look of the park, the bloom upon the still leafless trees, the radiance of the blue spring sky....

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