Part 12 (2/2)
”It is a religion, not a game,” said the cold, hard voice.
”Exactly--the very view I take of it,” cried Moir. ”I am sure I am very sorry if I have asked a foolish question. You will not tell me who you are?”
”What does it matter?”
”Have you been a spirit long?”
”Yes.”
”How long?”
”We cannot reckon time as you do. Our conditions are different.”
”Are you happy?”
”Yes.”
”You would not wish to come back to life?”
”No--certainly not.”
”Are you busy?”
”We could not be happy if we were not busy.”
”What do you do?”
”I have said that the conditions are entirely different.”
”Can you give us no idea of your work?”
”We labour for our own improvement and for the advancement of others.”
”Do you like coming here to-night?”
”I am glad to come if I can do any good by coming.”
”Then to do good is your object?”
”It is the object of all life on every plane.”
”You see, Markham, that should answer your scruples.”
It did, for my doubts had pa.s.sed and only interest remained.
”Have you pain in your life?” I asked.
”No; pain is a thing of the body.”
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