She did not feel as the evening progressed that she was getting to know Dr. Donaldson any better. He was very polite, very formal and, to her mind, intensely boring. In her own mind she agreed with Miss Peabody’s judgment. The thought flashed across her brain, “Better stuff in our young days.” Dr. Donaldson did not stay late. He rose to go at ten o’clock. After he had taken his departure Emily Arundell herself announced that she was going to bed. She went upstairs and her young relations went up also. They all seemed somewhat subdued to-night. Miss Lawson remained downstairs performing her final duties, letting Bob out for his run, poking down the fire, putting the guard up and rolling back the hearthrug in case of fire.
She arrived rather breathless in her employer’s room about five minutes later.
“I think I’ve got everything,” she said, putting down wool, work bag, and a library book. “I do hope the book will be all right.
She hadn’t got any of the ones on your list, but she said she was sure you’d like this one.” “That girl’s a fool,” said Emily Arundell.
“Her taste in books is the worst I’ve ever come across.” “Oh, dear. I’m so sorry. Perhaps I ought–” “Nonsense, it’s not your fault,” Emily Arundell added kindly. “I hope you enjoyed yourself this afternoon.” Miss Lawson’s face lighted up. She looked eager and almost youthful.
“Oh, yes, thank you very much. So kind of you to spare me. I had the most interesting time. We had the planchette and really—it wrote the most interesting things. There were several messages…. Of course if snot quite the same thing as the sittings…. Julia Tripp has been having a lot of success with the automatic writing. Several messages from Those who have Passed Over. It—it really makes one feel so grateful—that such things should be permitted….” Miss Arundell said with a slight smile: “Better not let the vicar hear you.” “Oh, but indeed, dear Miss Arundell, I am convinced—quite convinced—there can be nothing wrong about it. I only wish dear Mr. Lonsdale would examine the subject. It seems to me so narrow-minded to condemn a thing that you have not even investigated.
Both Julia and Isabel Tripp are such truly spiritual women.” “Almost too spiritual to be alive,” said Miss Arundell.
She did not care much for Julia and Isabel Tripp. She thought their clothes ridiculous, their vegetarian and uncooked fruit meals absurd, and their manner affected. They were women of no traditions, no roots–in fact–no breeding! But she got a certain amount of amusement out of their earnestness and she was at bottom kindhearted enough not to grudge the pleasure that their friendship obviously gave to poor Minnie.
Poor Minnie! Emily Arundell looked at her companion with mingled affection and contempt. She had had so many of these foolish, middle-aged women to minister to her–all much the same, kind, fussy, subservient and almost entirely mindless.
Really poor Minnie was looking quite excited to-night. Her eyes were shining. She fussed about the room, vaguely touching things here and there without the least idea of what she was doing, her eyes all bright and shining.
She stammered out rather nervously: “I–I do wish you’d been there…. I feel, you know, that you’re not quite a believer yet. But to-night there was a message –for E. A., the initials came quite definitely.
It was from a man who had passed over many years ago–a very good-looking military man–Isabel saw him quite distinctly. It must have been dear General Arundell. Such a beautiful message, so full of love and comfort, and how through patience all could be attained.” “Those sentiments sound very unlike Papa,” said Miss Arundell.
“Oh, but our Dear Ones change so–on the other side. Everything is love and understanding.
And then the planchette spelt out something about a key–I think it was the key of the Boule cabinet–could that be it?” “The key of the Boule cabinet?” Emily Arundell’s voice sounded sharp and interested.
“I think that was it. I thought perhaps it might be important papers–something of the kind. There was a well-authenticated case where a message came to look in a certain piece of furniture and actually a will was discovered there.” “There wasn’t a will in the Boule cabinet,” said Miss Arundell. She added abruptly: “Go to bed, Minnie. You’re tired.