The only furniture on Loder's side was one low chair,
and the only light a faint radiance that, coming from the
invisible half of the pavilion; spread across the floor in a
pale band. For a short space he stood uncertain, then his
hesitation was brought to an end.
"Please sit down," said a low, soft voice.
For a further moment he stood undecided. The voice sounded so
unexpectedly near. In the quiet and darkness of the place it
seemed to possess a disproportionate weight--almost the weight
of a familiar thing. Then, with a sudden, unanalyzed touch of
relief, he located the impression. It was the similarity to
Lady Bramfell's sweet, slow tones that had stirred his mind.
With a sense of satisfaction he drew the chair forward and sat
down.
Then, for the first time, he saw that on the other side of
the gauze partition, and below it by a few inches, was a
small table of polished wood, on which stood an open book, a
crystal ball, and a gold dish filled with ink. These were
arranged on the side of the table nearest to him, the farther
side being out of his range of vision.
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