"Don't you believe that the Sixth Vial is done?"
"Sixth Vial? What, another vial?"
"Yes; and the drying of the Euphrates."
"The Euphrates? drying?" repeated Ethel in a trembling voice. She began to be alarmed. She felt sure that this man was insane. She had never heard such incoherency in her life. And she was alone with him. She stole a timid look, and saw his long, sallow face, on which there was now a preoccupied expression, and the look did not reassure her.
But Tozer himself was a little puzzled, and felt sure that his companion must have her own opinions on the subject, so he began again:
"Now I suppose you've read Fleming on the Papacy?"
"No, I haven't. I never heard of it."
"Strange, too. You've heard of Elliot's 'Horæ Apocalypticæ?', I suppose?"
"No," said Ethel, timidly.
"Well, it's all in Cumming—and you've read him, of course?"