Here, the influencee nonconforms by actively rebelling against influence.

I rubbed my eyes, thinking that I was the victim of some hallucination, or that the refraction from the intense light produced an optical delusion; and, as I did so, the flaming pillar slowly twisted and thundered off whithersoever it passes to in the bowels of the great earth, leaving Ayesha standing where it had been.

The reverential tone intensified as this section progressed. When each spectator had purportedly become her mother, she was invited to share her mother's wisdom, prefaced by the words I always said.

“You are coming out to Gayndah?” “Yes; when I′m trailing the lungfish.” “Hope I′ll see you there. Here′s Bundy. Good-bye.”