“ Mr. Rymer tells me it’s all nonsense,” she said.
Laurie looked up.
“What?” he said.
“ Mr. Rymer tells me Spiritualism is all nonsense. He told me about someone called Eglingham, who kept a beard in his portmanteau.”
“Eglinton, I think, Auntie,” put in Maggie.
“I daresay, my dear. Anyhow, it’s all the same. I felt sure it must be so.” Laurie took a bun, with a thoughtful air.
“Does Mr. Rymer know very much about it, do you think, mother?”
“Dear boy, I think he knows all that anyone need know. Besides, if you come to think of it, how could Cardinal Newman possibly appear in a drawing room? Particularly when Mrs. Stapleton says he isn’t a Christian any longer.”
This had a possible and rather pleasing double interpretation; but Laurie decided it was not worth while to be humorous.
“What about the Witch of Endor?” he asked innocently, instead.
“That was in the Old Testament,” answered his mother rapidly. “ Mr. Rymer said something about that too.”
“Oh! wasn’t it really Samuel who appeared?”
“ Mr. Rymer thinks that things were permitted then that are not permitted now.”
Laurie drank up his cup of tea. It is a humiliating fact that extreme grief often renders the mourner rather cross. There was a distinct air of