"Sir Tiglath coming here!" cried Miss Minerva under her breath, as soon
as they were out of earshot. "But he doesn't know Mrs. Bridgeman!"
"I know--but he's coming. And not only that, Mr. and Madame Sagittarius
are here already!"
Miss Minerva looked closely at the Prophet in silence for a moment. Then
she said,--
"I see--I see!"
"What?" cried the Prophet, in great anxiety, "not the sparrow on my
head?"
"No. But I see that you're taking to your double life in real earnest."
"I?"
"Yes. Now, Mr. Vivian, that's all very well, and you know I'm the last
person to complain of anything of that sort, so long as it doesn't get
me into difficulties."
"Think of the difficulties you and everyone else have got me into,"
ejaculated the poor Prophet, for once in his life stepping, perhaps, a
hair's-breadth from the paths of good breeding.
"Well, I'm sure I've done nothing."
"Nothing!" said the Prophet, losing his head under the influence of the
guitars, which were now getting under way in a fantasia on "Carmen."
"Nothing! Why, you made me come here, you insisted on my introducing Mr.
Sagittarius to Mrs. Bridgeman, you told Sir Tiglath Mrs.
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