“What!” cried the blot, in obvious astonishment. “Them instruments must be wonderful sight-carriers.”
“They are,” exclaimed the Prophet, with almost mystic enthusiasm. “Wonderful. I have seen her with the Crab distinctly.”
“Ah! well, I told her she ought to keep away from it,” continued the blot.
“Did you?” said the Prophet, with increasing surprise. “But how could she?”
“Ah! that’s just it! She couldn’t.”
“No, of course not.”
“She was drawn right to it.”
“She was. It wasn’t her fault. It was the Crab’s.”
“A pity it was dressed.”
“What?”