The Prophet turned pale, and
Lady Enid, who was just behind him, put on her most sensible expression
and moved quickly forward.
"Ah, Sir Tiglath!" she said. "How delightful of you to come! Catherine,
dear, let me introduce Sir Tiglath Butt to you. Sir Tiglath Butt--Mrs.
Vane Bridgeman."
Mrs. Bridgeman behaved as usual.
"So glad!" she said. "So enchanted! Just a few interesting people. So
good of you to come. Table-turning is--"
At this moment Lady Enid nipped her friend's arm, and Sir Tiglath
exclaimed, looking from Mrs. Bridgeman to the Prophet,--
"What, madam? So you're the brain and eye, eh? Is that it?"
The guitars engaged in "The Gipsies of Granada are wild as mountain
birds," and Mrs. Bridgeman looked engagingly distraught, and replied,--
"Ah, yes, indeed! The brain and I, Sir Tiglath; so good of you to say
so!"
"You prompted his interest in the holy stars?" continued Sir Tiglath,
speaking very loud, and still stopping one ear with his hand. "You drove
him to the telescope; you told him to clear the matter up, did you?"
"What matter?" said Mrs. Bridgeman, trying not to look as stupid as she
felt, but only with moderate success.
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