She glanced searchingly at the Prophet.
“Ah!” she murmured, “so you are taking a purple ‘bus to your double life!”
He could not deny it. They were now all walking forward in the sun and as the little Corona and Capricornus became speedily intent upon the wonders of this central district, Lady Enid and the Prophet were able to have a quiet word or two together.
“I came to tell you,” she said, “that Mrs. Vane Bridgeman will expect you to-night at—”
“I am engaged at eleven,” cried the Prophet, in despair at the imposition of this fresh burden upon his weary shoulders.
“I know. To the Lord Chancellor, but—”
“No. I have an engagement which I dare not break, at home.”
“Really!”
She gazed at him with her large, handsome grey eyes, and added,—
“I do believe you’re silly enough to live your double life at home sometimes. How splendid!”