wait I 'ave read it.

MISS EASTWOOD (C.). How did you know it was my bag?

ROSALIE. The stuff of the bag matches the stuff of your dress.

MRS. CROSBY (_seated below table_ R.). Then it is all trickery?

ROSALIE. It is, madame, and it is not. I tell you, madame, most of the
time it is tricks, with even the best of us. But there 'ave been times
in my life when it was not tricks. There 'ave been things I could not
understand myself, messages from them that 'ave passed on, madame. There
is a power--a wonderful power--that come to us. But you never can tell
when it is coming. And if you waited for it you would starve to death.
So when it is not there we use tricks.

MRS. CROSBY (_seated at lower end of table at_ R.). I think I
understand.

ROSALIE. Do you, madame? I thought you would.

(_She moves to and puts her hand-bag on the table_ R. MRS. TRENT,
_seated below door down_ L., _is joined by_ WALES. MASON _is standing in
front of the fireplace_.)

MISS EASTWOOD (_coming to_ R.C.). Don't you think all this is dishonest!

ROSALIE (_in front of table_ R., _turning to her_). What is dishonest in
it?