Bridgeman's. That's a bargain. Come, Mr. Vivian!"
And almost before the Prophet knew what she was doing, she had
maneuvered him out into Kensington Square, and was pioneering him
swiftly towards the High street.
"We'll take a hansom home," she said gaily, "and the man can drive as
fast as ever he likes."
In half a minute the Prophet found himself in a hansom, bowling along
towards Mayfair. The first words he said, when he was able to speak,
were,--
"Why--Mr. Sagittarius--oh, why?"
Lady Enid smiled happily.
"It just struck me while I was talking to Sir Tiglath that I would
introduce Mr. Sagittarius into the affair."
"Oh, why?"
"Why--because it seemed such an utterly silly thing to do," she
answered. "Didn't it?"
The Prophet was silent.
"Didn't it?" she repeated. "A thing worthy of Miss Minerva."
It seemed to the Prophet just then as if Miss Minerva were going to
wreck his life and prepare him accurately for a future in Bedlam.
"And besides you wouldn't tell me who Mr. Sagittarius was," she added.
The Prophet began to realise that it is very dangerous indeed to deny
the curiosity of a woman.
"What a mercy it is," Lady Enid continued lightly, "that Malkiel is a
syndicate, instead of a man.
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