The Prophet was much embarrassed by the encounter.
“I am taking these lit”—he caught the staring eye of Capricornus—“these friends of mine for a little walk,” he said.
“I’ll come with you,” said Lady Enid, with an almost Highland decision. “I’ve got something to say to you, and we can talk as we go.”
She glanced very inquisitively indeed at the two children, who had begun to frisk at sight of the square all bathed in winter sunshine. The Prophet was very much upset.
“Don’t you think—” he began.
“It will be delightful to have some exercise,” she interrupted firmly. “Which way are you going?”
“Which way! Oh, to—towards—”
The Prophet stopped. He did not know from what point the purple ‘bus started to gain the Pork Butcher’s Rest. Capricornus hastened to inform him.
“We take the purple ‘bus at the corner of Air Street,” he piped.
“The purple ‘bus!” cried Lady Enid. “The purple bus!”