“Have you ever done any crystal-gazing?” Emmeline whispered.

And some one on the floor of the house hissed for silence.

I shook my head.

“You must try.” Her voice indicated that she was becoming excited again. “At my reception there will be a spiritualism room. I’m a believer, you know.”

I nodded politely, leaning over the front of the box to watch the conductor.

Then she set herself to endure the music.

Immediately the second act was over, Sullivan returned, bringing with him a short, slight, bald-headed man of about fifty. The two were just finishing a conversation on some stage matter.