I'll shut my eyes. I don't
need my room and the crystal. Yes! The impression grows clearer. You
_have_ lost something. But it is not a thing to care about. You're glad
it's gone."
"You _are_ extraordinary!" Constance wondered aloud. "Can you see what I
lost--and whether it was Dick's or mine, or both?"
"His," said Madalena, after shutting her eyes again. "_His._ And he does
not care much, either. That seems strange. But I tell you what I _feel_."
"You are telling me the truth," Constance admitted. "Now, go on: tell
what was the thing itself--and the way we lost it."
"I haven't seen that yet. I haven't tried. Perhaps I shall be able to,
in the crystal; perhaps not. I don't always succeed. But--it comes to me
suddenly that this thing isn't directly or entirely what brought you
here?"
"Right again, O Witch!" laughed Connie. "I came to ask you to find
out--you're so marvellous!-why I didn't lose _other_ things, which I
really _do_ value."
The two women had been standing in the drawing room, Lady
Annesley-Seton's hand still in the Countess's. But now, without speaking
again, Madalena led her visitor into the room adjoining, which was fitted
up much as the room at the Devonshire hotel had been for her first
seance.
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