from him, especially around the face. And his expression was so gentle, so truly angelic! (Smiles gently herself.)
Grossmann. I saw a phosphorescent light and that objects changed places, but nothing else.
Stout Lady. Don't say that! You are just joking. You do so because you, learned men of the school of Charcot, do not believe in the life after death. Nobody will now make me change my faith in a future life! (Grossmann walks away from her.)
Stout Lady. No, you may say what you please, but this is one of the happiest moments of my life. When Sarasate played, and this one— Yes! (Nobody pays any attention to her. She goes up to Semén.) Tell me, my friend, how did you feel? Was it hard for you?
Semén (laughing). Yes, madam.
Stout Lady. Still, you could stand it?
Semén. Yes, madam. (To Leonid Fédorovich.) May I go?
Leoníd Fédorovich. Go, go!
Doctor (to Professor). The pulse is the same, but the temperature is lower.
Professor. Lower? (In thought and suddenly making it out.) That is what it ought to be, there ought to be a fall! The double energy, crossing, ought to have produced something in the nature of an interference. Yes, yes.
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Leoníd Fédorovich. I am sorry that there was no complete materialization, but still— Ladies and gentlemen, please go to the drawing-room! Stout Lady. I was particularly impressed by the flapping of his wings, and I could see him rise in the air. Grossmann (to Sakhátov). If one were to stick to hypnosis alone, one might produce complete epilepsy. The success might be absolute. Sakhátov. Interesting, but not convincing,—that is all I can say! |
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