oke a number of fat； hard buds and； knowing where she was sitting； discharged them through the darkness with all our strength straight at the head of Mrs。 Guppy。 Little wonder that presently we heard that poor lady exclaim：
“Oh！ the spirits are hurting me so。”
I think it was Lady Caithness who made a somewhat similar remark when； in the course of my investigation of certain phenomena that were happening underneath the table in connection with some musical glasses that seemed to be emitting their plaintive strains from between my feet； I landed her a most severe kick upon the shins。
It was all very amusing； and would have done no harm had the business stopped there。 But it did not。 Before I leave 20 Hanover Square； however； I may mention that more than a quarter of a century afterwards I revisited it under strangely different circumstances。 The house is now the home of various societies； and in the offices of one of these societies I was called upon to preside as Chairman of the mittee of the Society of Authors upon the occasion of a General Meeting。 Of course everything was changed； but it seemed to me that I recognised the marble mantelpieces。
My acquaintance with Lady Paulet gave me the entree to the spiritualistic society of the day。 Perhaps some of them had hopes that I might develop into a first…class medium。 Among the seances that I attended were some at a private house in Green Street。 Here I witnessed remarkable things。 The medium was a young lady； not merely in the conventional sense of the term； who evidently believed in her mission and was not paid。 She sank into a trance secured by many tests； and “strange things happened” or seemed to happen。 Thus； to leave out the minor manifestations； two young women of great beauty — or perhap