I think I shall give
him a shilling. But now who is Mr. Sagittarius?"
"Who is he?"
"Yes. I've seen him several times at Jellybrand's, and when I first met
him I though he was an outside broker."
"You! Was it on the pier at Margate?"
"Certainly not! Really, Mr. Vivian! even in my double life I
occasionally draw the line."
"I beg your pardon. I--the horse confuses me."
"Well, he's stopped knocking now and will be up in another minute. Who
did you say Mr. Sagittarius was?"
"I didn't say he was anybody, but he's a man."
"I'd guessed that."
"And an acquaintance of mine."
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid it's going to rain."
"It generally does in Knightsbridge. Yes?"
"Is Sir Tiglath likely to be in?"
"He knows I'm coming. Well, you haven't told me who Mr. Sagittarius is."
"Lady Enid," said the Prophet, desperately, "I know very little of Mr.
Sagittarius beyond the fact that he's a man, which I've already informed
you of."
"Is he an outside broker?"
"No."
"Then he's Malkiel. You can't deny it."
"I can deny anything," said the Prophet, who, already upset by the
events of the day, was now goaded almost to desperation. "I can and--and
must.
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