“It struck me as extraordinarily cold,” he said. “I see you have an excellent fire.” And he stooped, rubbing his hands together to warm them.
“We must screen that presently,” he said.
Then he stood up again.
“There’s no use in wasting time. May I say a word first, Lady Laura?”
She nodded, looking at him almost apprehensively.
“First, I must ask you gentlemen to give me your word on a certain point. I have not an idea how things will go, or whether we shall get any results; but we are going to attempt materialization. Probably, in any case, this will not go very far; we may not be able to do more than to see some figure or face. But in any case, I want you two gentlemen to give me your word that you will attempt no violence. Anything in the nature of seizing the figure may have very disastrous results indeed to myself. You understand that what you will see, if you see anything, will not be actual flesh or blood; it will be formed of a certain matter of which we understand very little at present, but which is at any rate intimately connected with myself or with someone present. Really we know no more of it than that. We are all of us inquirers equally. Now will you gentlemen give me your words of honor that you will obey me in this; and that in all other matters you will follow the directions of …” (he glanced at the two ladies)—“of Mrs. Stapleton, and do nothing without her consent?”
He spoke in a brisk, matter-of-fact way, and looked keenly from face to face of the two men as he ended.
“I give you my word,” said Laurie.
“Yes; just so,” said Mr. Jamieson.