[...]see-moving down her arm? And another one-on her shoulder! Scarlet lights! My poor child! My poor child!" Ordinarily we would have laughed at this, for, of course, we saw no scarlet lights, but somehow now we did not laugh. On the contrary we fell into hushed and wondering attention, and, turning to Roberta, we learned that this was Seraphine, a trance medium who had given seances for years to scientists and occult investigators, and was now assisting Dr. W--, of the American Occult Society. "A seance! Magnificent! Let us have a seance!" whispered the poet. "Tell us, madam, can you really lift the veil of the future?"[...]."