ROSALIE. Now, will you please all join your 'ands, and then sit very, _very_ quiet. Do not try to think of anything.
WALES. We can't get any results if you treat this as a joke.
STANDISH. Well, there might be something in it. Anyhow, it's only fair to do what Madame la Grange wants. I suppose you'd like the lights out? I've always understood that was necessary.
ROSALIE. We shall 'ave better results in that way.
CROSBY. Right! (_He rises, goes to door_ L., _and switches off light. This leaves only the two table lamps_ R. _and_ L. _of the chesterfield_ C. _still lit. All other lights on scene out. Crosses back to his chair--turns out table lamp_ L. _of chesterfield._) Billy, you turn out that light as soon as we are ready.
ROSALIE. That is all, then. Now you are not to be afraid if I cry or moan when I do go into a trance. I am not in pain or anything like that. I do not even know that I do such things, but I 'ave been told that it sometime 'appen. My spirit control is a sweet little child named Laughing Eyes. When she begins to talk you can ask 'er anything you do want. If she do not answer you she do not want to talk to you. Then whoever it is speaking must let someone else try. That is all, ladies and gentlemen. (_She settles back in her chair._) Now then, sir, please to put out that light.
(WILLIAM _turns off the light, and the stage is in darkness all but spots on ceiling._)
CROSBY. That won't do. Billy, pull down the blind, that light on the ceiling is too strong.
(WILLIAM _turns on light, crosses_ R., _pulls blind down and closes curtains, then resumes his seat and puts light out._ ROSALIE _rises, crosses back of circle to the back of_ MISS EASTWOOD'S _chair. There is a pause. Suddenly_ MISS EASTWOOD _screams shrilly._)
MISS EASTWOOD. There's a hand on my face. There's a hand on my face!
(_The light on the table goes up, showing_ WILLIAM _leaning back in his chair with one hand on the switch, the other is tightly clasped in his father's hand._ ROSALIE _is seen standing behind_ MISS EASTWOOD, _with her hand resting on_ MISS EASTWOOD'S _cheek._)
ROSALIE. Yes, it is a trick. (_They stop and stare at her. Her manner is commanding, and a little stern._) I was going to ask you to tie my 'ands to the arm of the chair, but I thought I would show you this first.