She took no notice. Lucia turned to Georgie, with an
elbow on the table between her and Mr Quantock.
"And what news, Georgie?" she said. "Peppino and I have been so busy
that we haven't seen a soul all day. What have you been doing? Any
planchette?"
She looked brightly at Mrs Quantock.
"Yes, dear Daisy, I needn't ask you what you've been doing.
Table-turning, I expect. I know how interested you are in psychical
matters. I should be, too, if only I could be certain that I was not
dealing with fraudulent people."
Georgie felt inclined to give a hollow groan and sink under the table
when this awful polemical rhetoric began. To his unbounded surprise Mrs
Quantock answered most cordially.
"You are quite right, dear Lucia," she said. "Would it not be terrible
to find that a medium, some dear friend perhaps, whom one implicitly
trusted, was exposed as fraudulent? One sees such exposures in the
paper sometimes. I should be miserable if I thought I had ever sat with
a medium who was not honest. They fine the wretches well, though, if
they are caught, and they deserve it."
Georgie observed, and couldn't the least understand, a sudden blank
expression cross Robert's face. For the moment he looked as if he were
dead but had been beautifully stuffed. But Georgie gave but a cursory
thought to that, for the amazing supposition dawned on him that Lucia
had not been polemical at all, but was burying instead of chopping with
the hatchet.
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