I had given a glass ball to a young lady, who believed that she couldplay the "willing game" successfully without touching the person"willed," and when the person did not even know that "willing" wasgoing on. This lady, Miss Baillie, had scarcely any success with theball. She lent it to Miss Leslie, who saw a large, square, old-fashioned red sofa covered with muslin, which she found in the nextcountry house she visited. Miss Baillie's brother, a young athlete(at short odds for the amateur golf championship), laughed at theseexperiments, took the ball into the study, and came back looking "geygash". He admitted that he had seen a vision, somebody he knew "undera lamp". He would discover during the week whether he saw right ornot. This was at 5.30 on a Sunday afternoon. On Tuesday, Mr. Bailliewas at a dance in a town some forty miles from his home, and met aMiss Preston. "On Sunday," he said, "about half-past five you weresitting under a standard lamp in a dress I never saw you wear, a blueblouse with lace over the shoulders, pouring out tea for a man in blueserge, whose back was towards me, so that I only saw the tip of hismoustache.""Why, the blinds must have been up," said Miss Preston."I was at Dulby," said Mr. Baillie, as he undeniably was. {60a}This is not a difficult exercise in belief. Miss Preston was notunlikely to be at tea at tea-time.Nor is the following very hard.
