The Prophet darted to the library door and opened it.
“Pray, pray come in here,” he hissed. “My grandmother! Softly!”
“But the old la—”
“Hush, please!”
“I must remark, Mr. Viv—”
“Tsh! Tsh! Mr. Ferdinand, wait in the hall. I shall want to speak to you in a moment.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Prophet closed the door and turned to this indignant visitors.
“This is terrible,” he said. “Terrible!”
“Pray why?” cried Madame.