The Prophet glanced up and smiled.
"The heart? Do my faithful Watchers permit themselves hearts? The Scitsym makes no provision for such frail organs."
The Precursor laughed again.
"Oh, we Elect are by no means free from little saving weaknesses! That's where we become dramatic. You can't have effect without contrast. Horatio, for instance, is instinctively dramatic."
"Indeed!"
"Yes. Oh yes! I know what I'm saying. I've studied them all. More than once, when my Soul has been communing with your August Spirit, I have watched Horatio's dramatic contrast from the corner of my eyes."
Again the Prophet smiled.
"The contrast frequents the chapel then?"
"Frequents? Undoubtedly. Horatio has literally swept her into the fold. She was here to-night to bend the knee to you."
A look of recollection crossed the Prophet's eyes.