The Ghost by Arnold Bennet Chapter 4 Page 12

grand salon, Marie Deschamps leaning on my arm in the most friendly and confiding way in the world, and presently we found ourselves in a much smaller apartment crowded with whispering seekers after knowledge of the future. This room was dimly lighted from the ceiling by a single electric light, whose shade was a queer red Japanese lantern. At the other end of it were double curtains. These opened just as we entered, and Emmeline appeared, leading by the hand a man who was laughing nervously.

“Your fortune, ladies and gentlemen, your fortune!” she cried pleasantly. Then she recognized me, and her manner changed, or I fancied that it did.

“Ah, Carl, so you’ve arrived!” she exclaimed, coming forward and ignoring all her visitors except Marie and myself.