“What name, sir?” asked the footman of the Prophet, bending his powdered head till it was only about six feet two inches from the floor.
“Mr. Hennessey Vivian,” replied the Prophet, hesitating as to what he should add.
“Mr. Hemmerspeed Vivian!” roared the footman. “What name, Madame?” (to Madame Sagittarius).
“Mr. and Madame Sagittarius of Sagittarius Lodge, the Mouse!” replied the lady majestically.
“Mr.—and Madame—Segerteribus—of—Segerteribus—Lodge, the Mouse!” bawled the footman.
The stout lady, who was Mrs. Vane Bridgeman, started and smiled.
“Delighted to see you, Mr. Segerteribus!” she said to the Prophet.
The Prophet hastened to explain through the uproar of twenty guitars.
“Mr. Vivian is my name. I think Miss Minerva Partridge—”
Mrs. Bridgeman started and smiled.