It was a parlour like thousands of others in the city, and the quartette of people talking there were much like the people talking in those other parlours, that Sunday afternoon. Their only superiority lay in the fact that they constitute part of the personnel of this absorbing tale, and the other people do not.
Milly and her very satisfactory husband, Wynne Landon, were affably entertaining Rudolph Braye and the herein-before described Eve Carnforth, two pleasing callers, and the talk had turned on psychological matters and then, by inevitable stages, to the supernatural and spiritualism.
"It is all coming in again," Eve declared, earnestly. "You know it was taken very seriously about thirty or forty years ago, and then because of fake mediums and fraudulent séances, it fell into disrepute. But now, it's being taken up in earnest, and I, for one, am terribly interested."
"But it's so old-fashioned, Eve," and Milly looked at her guest in disdain.
"It's gammon and spinach, that's what it is," declared Landon, "very rubbishy gammon and a poor quality of spinach!"
"Queen Victoria didn't think so," Eve informed them. "She may have been old-fashioned, but she believed thoroughly in the spiritual reappearance of her friends who died, and especially took comfort in the communion and visitation of her dead husband."
"It's this way, I think," offered Braye; "it seems to me it's like that old 'Lady or the Tiger' story, you believe or not, according to your character or disposition. You know, it depended on your own nature, whether you think the Lady came out of the door, or the Tiger. And so with spooks, if you want to believe in them, you do."
"Don't say spooks, please," begged Eve; "say phantasms, or even ghosts."
"Is that the usage in the best mediumistic circles?" and Braye smiled. "Well, I think I could more easily believe in a spook than a phantasm. The latter sounds so unreal, but a good honest Injun spook seems sort of plausible."
"They're all unreal," began Landon, but Eve interrupted. "They're not unreal, Wynne; they're immaterial, of course, but that isn't being unreal. You have a real soul, haven't you, although it is immaterial? and I suppose you don't call your mind material, even if your brain is."