Carolyn Wells

The Room With The Tassels Carolyn Wells

The air of finality in the gaze levelled at Braye defied contradiction, so he merely smiled at the girl who was doing the talking. But, talking or silent, Eve Carnforth was well worth smiling at. Her red hair was of that thin, silky, flat-lying sort, that spells temper, but looks lovely, and her white, delicate skin, -perhaps the least bit hand-painted, -showed temperament while her eyes, of the colour called beryl, -whatever that is, -showed all sorts of things. Then from her canna-hued lips fell more wisdom. "And Professor Hardwick believes it, too, and he's--" "A college professor," broke in Landon, "don't try to gild his refinement! But really, Eve, you mustn't believe in spooks, -it isn't done--" "Oh, but it is! You've no idea how many people, -scientific and talented people, -are leaning toward spiritualism just now. Why, Sir Oliver Lodge says that after the war great and powerful assistance will be given by spirit helpers in matters of reconstruction and great problems of science."