Theladyinvermilion，whohadatuftofgoldenhairinthemidstofherotherwiseravenlocks，glancedmysteriouslyatMr。Moses。
　　"Seeanything，mother？"heasked，withtheatricalsolemnity。"AtinychunkofluckfortrickylittleBriskin？"
　　"Idoseesomething，"saidEureka，inadimandheavyvoice。"It’sjustclosetoyouonthattablebythebrandy。"
　　Mr。Mosesstarted，andcastaglanceofaweatthetumbler。
　　"Myword，"hecried——"myword，mother！What’stheblessedlittlesymbollike？NotaponyfreshfromJerusalemforyourbelievingboy！"
　　"Youmustwaitamoment。Itisnotclear，"repliedEureka，slowlyanddreamily，fixingherheavyeyesonthebrandy—and—soda。"It’sallcloudy。"
　　"Beenimbibing，mother？Hastheblessedlittlesymbolbeenatitagain？
　　Briskin’sshock——shocked！"
　　"It’sgettingclearer。Itstandsinabandoffire。"
　　"ShadeofShadrach！ApparitionofAbednego！Drawitmildandbitter，mother！"
　　"Ah！nowitstepsout。It’sgotahump。"
　　"Gotthehump，mother？Myword！thenitmustbeeitheracameloranundischargedbankrupt！Whichisit，prettysoul？"
　　"It’sarhinoceros。It’smovingtoyou。"
　　"Yokohama，mother！Telltheprettybirdtokeepback！What’sitmean？"
　　"It’sasignofplenty。"
　　"Plentyofwhat，mother？Thereadyorthenose—bag？Giveusachance！"
　　"Plentyofgoodfortune，becauseitsheadistowardsyou。Ifithadpresenteditstail，itwouldmeanblackweather。"
　　"Don’tletitturntail，forSaturday’ssake，mother。KeepitsheadstraightwhileIfinishthebrandy！"
　　Andsosaying，littleMr。Moses，withelaboratefurtiveness，caughtupthetumbler，poureditscontentsdownhisthroat，andthrewhimselfbackonthedivanwiththeairofamanwhohadjustescapedfromperilbytheconsummatepersonalexerciseofunparalleledandsustainedingenuity。
　　DuringthissceneMissMinervahadpreservedherairofpronouncedScottishgoodsense，whilelisteningattentively，andshenowsaidtoEureka，——
　　"D’youseeanythingforMr。Vivian，dearEureka？Eventhelittlestthingwouldbewelcomed。"
　　EurekastaredupontheProphet，whobegantofeelverynervous。
　　"There’ssomethingroundhishead，"sheremarked，withherusualalmostsacredearnestness。
　　TheProphetmechanicallyputuphishands，likeamananxioustointerferewiththeassiduousattentionsofaswarmofbees。
　　"Somethingrightroundhishead。"
　　"Isitahalo？"askedMissMinerva。
　　"IsitaLincoln&Bennet，mother？"criedMr。Moses。"Oneoftheshinyones——twenty—onebob，andtwenty—five—and—sixifyouwantakidlining？"
　　"No；it’slikesomesortofbird。"
　　"’Iheardtheowlbeneathmyeavescomplaining，’"chirpedMr。Moses，takingtwoorthreehighnotesinadelicatetenorvoice。"’Ilookedforth——greatScot！Howitwasraining！’Isitanowl，mother？AskittoscreechtoBriskin。"
　　"Itisnoowl，"saidEurekatotheProphet。"Itisasparrow——yourbird。"
　　"Isituponthehousetop，mother，havingaspreeallonitslittlealone？"
　　"No；itishoveringoverthegentleman。"
　　"Whatdoesthatmean？"saidtheProphet，anxiously。
　　ButatthispointEurekasuddenlyseemedtoloseinterestinthematter。"Oh，you’reallright，"shesaidcarelessly。"I’mtired。I
　　shouldlikeawafer。"
　　"Mother’speckish。Mother，Iseeanostrichbyyourleftelbow。That’sasignthatyou’resopeckishyoucouldswallowanything。Waiter！"
　　"Sir！"
　　"Thislady’ssopeckishshecouldeatanything。Bringhersometin—
　　tacksandawafer。Stopasec。AnotherbrandyforBriskin。Yourcalves’ddoforthefrontrow；’ponmyword，theywould。Trot，boy，trot！"
　　"Imustspeaktoyoualoneforonemoment，"whisperedtheProphettoMissMinerva，undercoverofthequipsofMr。Moses。"SirTiglath’scoming！"
　　MissMinervastarted。
　　"SirTig——"sheexclaimedandputherfingertoherlipsjustintimetostopthe"lath"fromcomingout。"Mr。Moses，I’mgoingtothebuffetforamomentwithMr。Vivian。Eureka，darling，doeatsomethingsubstantial！Allthissecondsighttakesitoutofyou。"
　　Eurekaacquiescedwithaheavysigh，Mr。Mosescried，"AuntEureka’ssohungrythatonewoulddeclareshecouldeveneatoatsifshefoundtheywerethere！"andMissMinervaandtheProphetmovedlanguidlytowardsthebuffet，endeavouring，bytheindifferenceoftheirmovements，tocovertheagitationintheirhearts。
　　"SirTiglathcominghere！"criedMissMinervaunderherbreath，assoonastheywereoutofearshot。"Buthedoesn’tknowMrs。Bridgeman！"
　　"Iknow——buthe’scoming。Andnotonlythat，Mr。andMadameSagittariusareherealready！"
　　MissMinervalookedcloselyattheProphetinsilenceforamoment。
　　Thenshesaid，——
　　"Isee——Isee！"
　　"What？"criedtheProphet，ingreatanxiety，"notthesparrowonmyhead？"
　　"No。ButIseethatyou’retakingtoyourdoublelifeinrealearnest。"
　　"I？"
　　"Yes。Now，Mr。Vivian，that’sallverywell，andyouknowI’mthelastpersontocomplainofanythingofthatsort，solongasitdoesn’tgetmeintodifficulties。"
　　"Thinkofthedifficultiesyouandeveryoneelsehavegotmeinto，"
　　ejaculatedthepoorProphet，foronceinhislifestepping，perhaps，ahair’s—breadthfromthepathsofgoodbreeding。
　　"Well，I’msureI’vedonenothing。"
　　"Nothing！"saidtheProphet，losinghisheadundertheinfluenceoftheguitars，whichwerenowgettingunderwayinafantasiaon"Carmen。"
　　"Nothing！Why，youmademecomehere，youinsistedonmyintroducingMr。SagittariustoMrs。Bridgeman，youtoldSirTiglathMrs。BridgemanandIwereoldfriendsandhadmadeinvestigationstogether，assistedbyMr。Sagittarius，you——"
　　"Oh，well，that’snothing。ButSirTiglathmustn’tseemehereasMissMinerva。Hashearrivedyet？"
　　"Idon’tthinkso。He’sgotthecabwehadyesterdayandthehorse。"
　　"Theonethattumblesdownsocleverlywhenit’snottootired？
　　Capital！Runtothecloak—room，meetSirTiglaththere，andpersuadehimtogohome。"
　　ButheretheProphetstruck。
　　"IregretIcan’t，"hesaid，almostfirmly。
　　"Butyoumust。"
　　"IregretsincerelythatIamunable。"
　　"Why？Mr。Vivian，whenaladyasksyou！"
　　"Iamgrieved，"saidtheProphet，withaspeciesofintoxicatedobstinacy——theguitarsseemedtobeplayinginsidehisbrainandtheflutepipinginthesmallofhisback，——"todecline，butIcannotcontendphysicallywithSirTiglath，amanwhomIreverence，inthecloak—roomofatotalstranger。"
　　"Idon’taskyoutocontendphysically。"
　　"NothingbutpersonalviolencewouldkeepSirTiglathfromcomingin。"
　　"Really！Thenwhat’stobedone？"
　　Shepurseduphersensiblelipsanddrewdownhersensibleeyebrows。
　　"Iknow！"shecried，afteramoment’sthought。"I’llmasqueradeto—nightasmyself。"
　　"Asyourself？"
　　"Yes。AllthesedearsillypeopleherethinkthatI’vegotanastralbody。"
　　"What’sthat？"
　　"Asortoffloatingbusiness——abusinessthatyoucansetfloating。"
　　"What——acompany？"
　　"No，no。Areplicaofyourself。ThegreatTowle——"
　　"He’shereto—night。"
　　"Iknewhewascoming。Well，thegreatTowledetachedthisastralbodyonceatas閍nceand，forajoke——asillyjoke，youknow——"
　　"Yes，yes。"
　　"Ichristeneditbymyrealname，LadyEnidThistle，andsaidLadyEnidwasanancestressofmine。"
　　"Whydidyou？"
　　"Becauseitwassoidiotic。"
　　"Isee。"
　　"Well，I’veonlynowtospreadareportamongthesedearcreaturesthatI’mastralto—night，andgetTowletobackmeup，andIcaneasilybeLadyEnidforanhourortwo。InthiscrowdSirTiglathneedneverfindoutthatI’mgenerallyknowninthesecirclesasMissPartridge。"
　　"Doyoureallythink——"
　　"Yes，Ido。ButImustfindTowleatonce。"
　　Sosayingshehastenedawayfromthebuffet，followedbythetrottingProphet。AsshepassedEurekaandMr。Moses，shesaid，——
　　"Eureka，darling，doIlookodd？IsuddenlybegantofeelastraljustasIwasgoingtoeatasandwich。Ican’thelpthinkingthatLadyEnid——youknow，myastralancestress，who’salwayswithme——ispeculiarlypowerfulto—night。D’younoticeanything？"
　　"Watchoutforit，mother！"criedMr。Moses。"Seeifit’sgotthelump。"
　　EurekafixedherheavyeyesonMissMinervaandswayedherthinbodytoandfroinaspanther—likeamannerasshecouldmanage。
　　"Mother’safterit，"continuedMr。Moses，twitchinghisleftearwithhisthumbinaHebraicmannerandshootinghisshiningcuffs；"mother’sonthetrail。Dovesforabishopandthelittlemangel—wurzelforthelabouringman。Clevermother！She’lltakecareit’ssuitable。Isitahaggis，mother，hoveringovertheladywithoutspreadwings？"
　　Eurekaclosedhereyesandrockedherselfmoreviolently。
　　"Iseeyou，"shesaidinadeepvoice。"Youareastral。YouareLadyEnidemergedforanhourfromourdearMinerva。"
　　"Ithoughtso，"criedLadyEnid，withdecision。"Ithoughtso，becausewhensomeonecalledmeMissMinervajustnowIfeltangry，anddidn’tseemtoknowwhattheymeant。Tellthem，dearEureka，——tellallmyfriendsofyourdiscovery。"
　　AndshehastenedonwiththeProphetinsearchofthegreatTowle。
　　"I’llgethimtobackEurekaup，andthenitwillbequitesafe，"shesaid。"Ah！thereheiswithHarrietBrowne，thedemonstratorfromtheRye。"
　　Indeed，atthismomentasmallcrowdwasvisibleinoneofthefurtherdrawing—rooms，movingobsequiouslyalonginreverentattendanceuponthegreatTowle，Mrs。Bridgemanandathickset，red—facedlady，withoutawaistandplainlycladinuntrimmedlinsey—wolsey，whowasspeakingauthoritativelytoahysterical—lookingyounggirl，uponwhosenarrowshouldersherestedaheavy，fat—fingeredhandasshewalked。
　　"Harriet’sevidentlygoingtodemonstrate，"addedLadyEnid。"That’slucky，becausethenIcangetaquietwordwithTowle。"
　　"Demonstrate？"saidtheProphet。
　　"Yes。She’sthegreatChristianScientistandhasthehealingpower。
　　ShedemonstratedoverAgathaMarshall’sleftear。Youknow。Thecasegotintothepapers。Ah，Harriet，darling！"
　　"Myblessing！MyMinerva！"saidHarrietinathickandgutturalvoice。
　　"LadyEnid，Harrietlove，to—night。EurekasaysI’mastral。Oh，Mr。
　　Towle，whatanhonourtomeetyou——whatanhonourforusall！"
　　ThegreatTowleduckedandscrapedincabmanfashion。
　　"Oh，willyoumaterialiseforusto—night？"
　　"Yes，yes，"criedMrs。Bridgeman，tremblingwithexcitement。"He’spromisedtoaftersupper。Hesayshefeelslessmaterialthen——more/enrapport/withthedearspirits。"
　　"Howdelightful！Mr。Towle，tellme，doyouagreewithEureka？Iawaityourfiat。AmIastral？"
　　"Ay，miss，aslikeasnot，"saidthegreatman，twistinghislipsasiftheyheldastrawbetweenthem。"Astral，that’sit。That’sittoaT。"
　　"ThenI’mLadyEnidThistle，myancestress，who’salwayswithme？"
　　"Ay，ay！Everybitofher。HerladyshiptoaT。"
　　Thecompanywasmuchimpressed，andwhispersof"It’sLadyEnid；EurekaandMr。Towlesayit’sherladyshipintheastralplane！"flewlikewildfirethroughtherooms。
　　AtthispointHarrietBrowne，whowassufficientlyChristianandscientifictoliketohavealltheattentionofthecompanycentreduponher，clearedherthroatloudlyandexclaimed，——
　　"IfIamtohealthispoorsufferer，Imustbeprovidedwithanarmchair。"
　　"AnarmchairforMrs。Browne！"
　　"FetchachairforHarriet！"
　　"Mrs。Harrietcan’tdemonstratewithoutachair！"
　　"Whatisshegoingtodo？"whisperedtheProphettoLadyEnid，feelingthoroughlyashamedofhisignorance。
　　"Demonstrate。"
　　"Yes，butwhat’sthat？"
　　"Putherhandsoverthatgirlandthinkabouther。"
　　"Isthatall？"
　　"Yes。"
　　"Doesshedoitoutofkindness？"
　　"Ofcourse。Butshe’spaidsomething，notbecauseshewantstobepaid，butbecauseit’stherule。"
　　"Oh！"
　　Anarmchairwasnowwheeledforward，andMrs。Harrietensconcedherselfinitcomfortably。
　　"I’mverytiredto—night，"sheremarkedinherthickvoice。"I’vehadahardafternoon。"
　　"Poordarling！"criedMrs。Bridgeman。"FetchaglassofchampagneforMrs。Harrietsomebody。Oh，wouldyou，Mr。Brummich？"
　　Mr。Brummich，agentlemanwitharemarkablyfoolish，asceticfaceandafeebly—wanderingsandybeard，wasjustabouttohastenreligiouslytowardstheMoorishnookwhenthegreatTowlehappened，byaccident，togroan。Mrs。Bridgeman，startedandsmiled。
　　"Oh，andaglassofchampagneforMr。Towle，too，dearMr。Brummich！"
　　"Certainly，Mrs。Bridgeman！"saiddearMr。Brummich，hurryingoffwiththedemeanouroftheheadofanEmbassyentrustedwithsomeimportantmissiontoaforeignCourt。
　　"Wereyouatworkthisafternoon，Harriet，beloved？"inquiredMrs。
　　BridgemanofMrs。Browne，whowasleaningbackinthearmchairwithhereyesclosedandinanattitudeofsevereprostration。
　　"Yes。"
　　"Whichwasit，lovebird？HystericHenry？"
　　"No，he’scured。"
　　Criesofjoyresoundedfromthosegatheredaboutthechair。
　　"HystericHenry’scured！"
　　"Henry’sbetter！"
　　"Thepoormanwiththeballinhisthroat’sbeensaved！"
　　"Howwonderfulyouare，Harriet，sweet！"criedMrs。Bridgeman。"But，thenwhichwasit？"
　　"ThemadwomanatBrussels。I’vebeenthinkingaboutherfortwohoursthisafternoon，withonlyacupofteabetween。"
　　"Poordarling！Nowonderyou’redoneup！Oughtyoutodemonstrate？Ah！
　　here’sthechampagne！"
　　"Itakeitmerelyasmedicine，"saidMrs。Harriet。
　　Atthismoment，Mr。Brummich，flushedwithassiduity，burstintothecirclewithagobletofbeadedwineineitherhand。TherewasamomentofsolemnsilencewhileMrs。HarrietandthegreatTowlecondescendedtothePommery。Itwasbrokenonlybyaloudgulpfromthehysterical—
　　lookinggirlwhowas，itseemed，nervouslyaffectedbyanimitativespasm，andwhosuddenlybegantoswallownothingwithextremepersistenceandviolence。
　　"Lookatthatpoormisguidedsoul！"ejaculatedMrs。Harriet，withherlipstothePommery。"Shefanciesshe’sdrinking！"
　　Thepoor，misguidedsoul，yieldedagaintoherdistraughtimagination，amidthepitifulejaculationsoftheentirecompany，withtheexceptionofonemundane，youngmanwho，suddenlyassailedbythewildfancythathewasn’tdrinking，creptfurtivelytotheMoorishrook，andwasnomoreseen。
　　"Giveheracushion！"continuedMrs。Harriet，authoritatively。
　　"Mr。Brummich！"saidMrs。Bridgeman。
　　Mr。Brummichran，andreturnedwithacushion。
　　"Sitdown，poorthing！Sitatmyfeet！"saidMrs。Harriet，givingthehysterical—lookinggirlahealingpush。
　　Thegirlsubsidedinapiteousheap，andMrs。Harriet，whohadbythistimetakenallhermedicine，leantoverherandinquired，——
　　"Whered’youfeelit？"
　　Thegirlputherhandstoherhead。
　　"Here，"shesaidfeebly。"It’slikefirerunningovermeanddrumsbeating。"
　　"Fireanddrums！"announcedMrs。Harriettothestaringassembly。
　　"That’swhatshe’sgot，poorsoul！"
　　Ejaculationsofsympathyandhorrormadethemselvesheard。
　　"Drums！Howshocking！"criedMrs。Bridgeman。"Canyoucureevendrums，Harriet，myown？"
　　"Givemetenminutes，Catherine！Iaskbutthat！"
　　And，sosaying，Mrs。Harrietplantedherfathandsupontheheadoftheyoungpatient，closedhereyesandbegantobreatheveryhard。
　　Silencenowfelluponthepeople，whosaidnotaword，butwhocouldnotpreventthemselvesfromrustlingastheypressedaboutthisexhibitionofalatter—dayapostle。TheProphetandLadyEnidwereclosetothearmchair，andtheProphet，whohadneverbeforebeenpresentatanysuchceremony——itwasaccompaniedbythetwentyguitars，nowtearingouttheserenade，"Fromthebull—ringIcometothee！"——wassointerestedthathecompletelyforgotMr。andMadameSagittarius，andlostforthemomentallmemoryofSirTiglath。Thesillylifeengrossedhim。HehadnoeyesforanyonebutMrs。Harriet，who，assheleanedforwardinthechairwithclosedeyes，lookedlikeadeterminedmiddle—
　　agedmanabouttoofferupthethingirlonthefootstoolasaburntsacrifice。
　　"You’rebetternow，poorthing，"saidMrs。Harriet，afterfiveminuteshaselapsed。"You’refeelingmuchbetter？"
　　"Oh，no，I’mnot！"saidthegirl，shakingherheadunderthehandsofthedemonstrator。"Thefire’sblazingandthedrumsarebeatinglikeanything。"
　　Mrs。Harriet’shuedeepened，andtherewasafaintmurmurofvaguereprooffromthecompany。
　　"H’sh！"saidthedemonstrator，closingherhandsuponthepatient’sheadwithsomeacrimony。"H’sh！"
　　Andshebegantobreathehardoncemore。Anotherfiveminuteselapsed，andthenMrs。Harrietexclaimedwithdecision，——
　　"There！It’sgonenow，allgone！I’vesentitrightaway。Thefire’soutandthedrumshavestoppedbeating！"
　　Exclamationsofwonderandjoyroseupfromthespectators。Theywere，however，atriflepremature，forthehystericalgirl——whowas，itseemed，apersonofconsiderabledetermination，despiteherfeebleappearance——repliedfromthefootstool，——
　　"No，itisn’t。Notheyhaven’t！"
　　Mrs。Harrietdevelopedapurpleshade。
　　"Nonsense！"shesaid。"You’recured，love，entirelycured！"
　　"I’mnot，"saidthegirl，beginningtocry。"Ifeelmuchworsesinceyoupressedmyhead。"
　　Therewasaburstofremonstrancefromthecrowd，andMrs。Harriet，speakingwiththeairofanangrymartyr，remarked，——
　　"It’sjustlikethedrinking——shefanciessheisn’tcuredwhensheis，justthesameasshefanciedshewasdrinkingwhenshewasn’t。"
　　Thisunanswerablelogicnaturallycarriedconvictiontoeveryonepresent，andthehystericalgirlwaswarmlyadvisedtomakedueacknowledgementofthebenefitsreceivedbyheratthehealinghandsofMrs。Harriet，whilethelatterwascoveredwithcomplimentsandassiduouslyconductedtowardsthebuffet，escortedbythegreatTowle。
　　"Isn’tshewonderful？"saidMrs。Bridgeman，turningecstaticallytothepersonnearesttoher，whohappenedtobethesaturninelittleclergyman。"Isn’tshemarvellous，Mr。——er——Mr。Segerteribus？"
　　"Biggle！"criedthelittleclergyman。
　　"Ibegyourpardon？"
　　"Biggle！"vociferatedthelittleclergyman。"Biggle！"
　　"Certainly。Didyoueverseeanythinglikethatcure？Ah！yououghttopreachaboutdearHarriet，Mr。Segerteribus，youreally——"
　　"Biggle！"reiteratedthelittleclergyman，excitedly。"Biggle！Biggle！"
　　"Whatdoeshe——"beganMrs。Bridgeman，turninghelplesslytowardstheProphet。
　　"It’shisname，Ifancy，"whisperedtheProphet。
　　Mrs。Bridgemanstartedandsmiled。
　　"Mr。Biggle，"shesaid。
　　Thelittleclergymanmovedontowardstheguitarswithalltheairofafuturecolonialbishop。Mrs。Bridgeman，whoseemedtobesomewhatconfused，andwhosemannergrewincreasinglyvagueastheeveningworeon，nowsaidtothosenearesttoher，——
　　"Therearefifteentablessetout——yes，setout，——inthegreenboudoir。"
　　"Bedad！"remarkedanIrishcolonel，"thenit’smeself’llenjoyagoodrubber。"
　　"Fortable—turning，"addedMrs。Bridgeman。"Materialisationinthesameroomaftersupper。Mr。Towle——yes——willenterthecabinetatabouteleven。Where’sMadameCharlotte？"
　　"LookingintothecrystalforLadyFerrier，"saidsomeone。
　　"Oh，andtheprofessor？"
　　"He’sreadingArchdeaconAndrew’snose，bythecloak—room。
　　Mrs。Bridgemansighed。
　　"Itseemstobegoingoffquitepleasantly，"shesaidvaguelytotheProphet。"Ithink——perhaps——mightIhaveacupoftea？"
　　TheProphetofferedhisarm。Mrs。Bridgemantookit。Theywalkedforward，andalmostinstantlycameuponSirTiglathButt，who，withafaceevenredderthanusual，wasrollingawayfromthehalloftheguitars，holdingoneenormoushandtohisearandsnortingindignantlyatthevariousclairvoyants，card—readers，spiritualistsandpalmistswhomheencounteredateverystephetook。TheProphetturnedpale，andLadyEnid，whowasjustbehindhim，putonhermostsensibleexpressionandmovedquicklyforward。
　　"Ah，SirTiglath！"shesaid。"Howdelightfulofyoutocome！Catherine，dear，letmeintroduceSirTiglathButttoyou。SirTiglathButt——Mrs。
　　VaneBridgeman。"
　　Mrs。Bridgemanbehavedasusual。
　　"Soglad！"shesaid。"Soenchanted！Justafewinterestingpeople。Sogoodofyoutocome。Table—turningis——"
　　AtthismomentLadyEnidnippedherfriend’sarm，andSirTiglathexclaimed，lookingfromMrs。BridgemantotheProphet，——
　　"What，madam？Soyou’rethebrainandeye，eh？Isthatit？"
　　Theguitarsengagedin"TheGipsiesofGranadaarewildasmountainbirds，"andMrs。Bridgemanlookedengaginglydistraught，andreplied，——
　　"Ah，yes，indeed！ThebrainandI，SirTiglath；sogoodofyoutosayso！"
　　"Youpromptedhisinterestintheholystars？"continuedSirTiglath，speakingveryloud，andstillstoppingoneearwithhishand。"Youdrovehimtothetelescope；youtoldhimtoclearthematterup，didyou？"
　　"Whatmatter？"saidMrs。Bridgeman，tryingnottolookasstupidasshefelt，butonlywithmoderatesuccess。
　　"Saytheoxygen，darling，"whisperedLadyEnidinoneofherears。
　　"Saytheoxygen！"hissedtheProphetintotheother。
　　"Theocciput？"saidMrs。Bridgeman，hearingimperfectly。"Oh，yes，SirTiglath，Itoldhim，——ItoldMr。Biggle——tomakequitesure——yes，astotheocciputmatter。"
　　Thesaturninelittleclergyman，whowasagaininmotionnearby，caughthisnameandstopped，asSirTiglath，roaringagainst"TheGipsiesofGranada，"continued，——