“Get off those precious tools, young man!” roared the astronomer furiously. “Would you impose your vile body upon the henchmen of the stars?”
The Prophet got up again and leaned against the wall.
“I feel unwell,” he said in a low voice. “Exceedingly unwell. I regret that I must really be going.”
Lady Enid did not seem to regret this abrupt indisposition. Perhaps she thought that she had already accomplished her purpose. At any rate she got up too, and prepared to take leave. The astronomer was still in great excitement.
“Who is this Mr. Sagittarius?” he bellowed.
“A man of science. Isn’t he, Mr. Vivian?”
“Yes.”
“An astronomer of remarkable attainments, Mr. Vivian?”
“Yes.”
“One knows not his abnormal name,” cried the astronomer.