(MRS. TRENT _moves outside of circle to_ R.C., _then sits_.)

ROSALIE. I did not know anything could give to you a thrill.

MISS EASTWOOD. You don't like me, do you, Madame la Grange?

ROSALIE. Oh, mademoiselle, I am indeed very fond of you.

WALES (_standing below circle_ R.C.). I think we're all ready.

(_The others are all seated and_ WALES _is about to sit down_.)

MISS ERSKINE (_counting hurriedly_). Oh! There are thirteen of us. Don't
sit there, Mr. Wales.

WALES. Oh, I don't mind those little superstitions. (_Sits down stage
side of circle between_ HELEN _and_ MRS. TRENT.)

MRS. CROSBY. What do we do now?

ROSALIE. Now, will you please all join your 'ands, and then sit very,
_very_ quiet. Do not try to think of anything.

TRENT. By Jove, that'll be easy for me.

(_The others laugh_.)

WALES. We can't get any results if you treat this as a joke.