There was no one present except Wilson and his wife.  I was seated with my head leaning back, and Miss Penclosa, standing in front and a little to the left, used the same long, sweeping strokes as with Agatha.  At each of them a warm current of air seemed to strike me, and to suffuse a thrill and glow all through me from head to foot.  My eyes were fixed upon Miss Penclosa’s face, but as I gazed the features seemed to blur and to fade away.  I was conscious only of her own eyes looking down at me, gray, deep, inscrutable.  Larger they grew and larger, until they changed suddenly into two mountain lakes toward which I seemed to be falling with horrible rapidity.  I shuddered, and as I did so some deeper stratum of thought told me that the shudder represented the rigor which I had observed in Agatha.  An instant later I struck the surface of the lakes, now joined into one, and down I went beneath the water with a fulness in my head and a buzzing in my ears.  Down I went, down, down, and then with a swoop up again until I could see the light streaming brightly through the green water.  I was almost at the surface when the word “Awake!” rang through my head, and, with a start, I found myself back in the arm-chair, with Miss Penclosa leaning on her crutch, and Wilson, his note book in his hand, peeping over her shoulder.  No heaviness or weariness was left behind.  On the contrary, though it is only an hour or so since the experiment, I feel so wakeful that I am more inclined for my study than my bedroom.  I see quite a vista of interesting experiments extending before us, and am all impatience to begin upon them.

March 27.  A blank day, as Miss Penclosa goes with Wilson and his wife to the Suttons’.  Have begun Binet and Ferre’s “Animal Magnetism.”  What strange, deep waters these are!  Results, results, results—­and the cause an absolute mystery.  It is stimulating to the imagination, but I must be on my guard against that.  Let us have no inferences nor deductions, and nothing but solid facts.  I know that the mesmeric trance is true; I know that mesmeric suggestion is true; I know that I am myself sensitive to this force.  That is my present position.  I have a large new note-book which shall be devoted entirely to scientific detail.

Long talk with Agatha and Mrs. Marden in the evening about our marriage.  We think that the summer vac. (the beginning of it) would be the best time for the wedding.  Why should we delay?  I grudge even those few months.  Still, as Mrs. Marden says, there are a good many things to be arranged.

March 28.  Mesmerized again by Miss Penclosa.  Experience much the same as before, save that insensibility came on more quickly.  See Note-book A for temperature of room, barometric pressure, pulse, and respiration as taken by Professor Wilson.

March 29.  Mesmerized again.  Details in Note-book A.