“Why, that’s pater familias,” piped the little Capricornus.
“And mater familiaris,” added the little Corona.
“You don’t mean to say,” cried Lady Enid to the Prophet, “that these are the children of Mr. Sagittarius?”
The Prophet bent his head.
“How very interesting!” said Lady Enid. “Everything is working out most beautifully. I must get them some chocolates.”
And she immediately stepped into a confectioner’s and came out with a beautiful box of bon-bons, tied with amethyst ribbon, which she gave to the delighted children.
“I know your dear father,” she said. “At least I know who he is.”
And she looked firmly at the Prophet, who dropped his eyes. They were now at the corner of Air Street, and the purple ‘bus could be seen looming brilliantly in the distance.
“Good-bye, Lady Enid,” said the Prophet.
“Oh, I’ll see you off,” she replied, evidently resolved to satisfy some further, unexpressed curiosity.