“Thank you, dear Mr. Vivian! What a pleasure it is to talk to you! Under this name I have, for a year and a half, led an idiotic life, such a life as really suits me, such a life as is in complete accord with my true nature. Oh, the joy of it! The sense of freedom! If only all other silly girls who look sensible like me had the courage to do what I have done!”
“It is a pity!” said the Prophet, in assent, beginning to be genuinely moved by the obvious sincerity of this human being’s bent towards folly. “But what have you done during this year and a half of truth and freedom?”
“More foolish things than many crowd into a lifetime,” she cried ecstatically. “It would take me days to tell you of half of them!”
“Oh, then you mustn’t,” said the Prophet, glancing furtively at the clock. “Had you come out to be silly yesterday afternoon?”
“Yes, I had—to be sillier even than usual. And if it hadn’t been for Sir Tiglath catching sight of me in the avenue, and then—Mr. Sagittarius and you being in the parlour—”
She stopped.
“By the way,” she said, in her usual tone of breezy common sense, “were you living a double life in the parlour?”
“I!” said the Prophet. “Oh, no, not at all. I never do anything of that kind.”
“Sure?”
“Quite certain.”