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Merillia's most comfortable home for at least fifteen years, he had actually never once penetrated beyond this door. It had never occurred to him to do so. Often he had approached it. Quite recently, when Mrs. Fancy Quinglet had broken into tears on the refusal of Sir Tiglath Butt to burst according to her prediction, he had handed her to this very portal.
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.
Sir Tiglath Butt, the great astronomer, Correspondent of the Institute of France, Member of the Royal College of Science, Demonstrator of Astronomical Physics, author of the pamphlet, "Star-Gazers," and the brochure, "An investigation into the psychical condition of those who see stars," C.B.F.R.S. and popular member of the Colley Cibber Club in Long Acre.
She was of those women who, when they meet the inevitable, instinctively seem to recognise that it demands courage as a manner and truth as a greeting. She, therefore, stared straight at Sir Tiglath much as she stared at Mrs. Merillia when she was about to arrange that lady's wig for an assembly and remarked in a decisive, though very respectful, tone of voice,
Five hundred years later they tried again. An adventurous general by the name of Bulu made himself master of the Assyrian throne. He assumed the name of old Tiglath Pileser, who was considered the national hero of the Assyrians and announced his intention of conquering the whole world. He was as good as his word.
"I am here," said the Prophet, speaking in a voice that might well have issued from a statue. "Where is he?" roared Sir Tiglath. "Where is he? Oh-h-h-h!" "Sir Tiglath means Malkiel," explained Lady Enid. "He is most anxious to meet him." "Why?" said the Prophet, still in the same inhuman voice.
"I should tell you also, Sir Tiglath," interposed Lady Enid, as if struck by a sudden idea, "that Mrs. Bridgeman's original adviser and assistant in her astronomical researches was a certain Mr. Sagittarius, who is also an intimate friend of Mr. Vivian's." The Prophet sat down again upon the instruments with a thud. "Get off those precious tools, young man!" roared the astronomer furiously.
Moses cried, "Aunt Eureka's so hungry that one would declare she could even eat oats if she found they were there!" and Miss Minerva and the Prophet moved languidly towards the buffet, endeavouring, by the indifference of their movements, to cover the agitation in their hearts. "Sir Tiglath coming here!" cried Miss Minerva under her breath, as soon as they were out of earshot.
This prophetic business would soon have been turning the house upside down, and at my age I'm really not equal to living at close quarters with a determined young prophet. To do so would upset the habits of a lifetime. So Sir Tiglath knows all about it." There was a moment of silence, which was broken by the agreeable voice of Lady Enid saying, "All about what?
And she has asked in Sir Tiglath Butt and the Lady Julia Postlethwaite to join her. I was about to show Mrs. Merillia the menu, sir, when " "Good Heavens! Merciful Powers!" ejaculated the Prophet. "Sir?" "What on earth is to be done?" continued the Prophet, lost for the moment to all sense of propriety. Mr. Ferdinand looked at the old and valued friends.
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