Emboldened by his silence, she approached him by a step.
"I think I could believe—" she murmured. "I think I could believe—anything, if I might learn it from you." She paused pleadingly; then, as he still stood unresponsive, the color rushed again into her face.
"I—I have been presumptuous," she said. "I have offended you."
Something in her tone, in her charming unaffected humility stung him. For the first time in his career as Prophet, the blood surged hotly and painfully into his face.
"Do not say that!" he began, impulsively; then he checked himself. "I am here to teach my People," he added. "All my People—without exception."
For one moment she studied his face half doubtfully; then at last her own emotions conquered her doubt.
"Then I may come again?"
He did not reply at once; and when at last his words did come, his voice was unusually irresolute and low.
"You may come—at any time," he said, without meeting her eyes.
