“Do you really think—”
“Yes, I do. But I must find Towle at once.”
So saying she hastened away from the buffet, followed by the trotting Prophet. As she passed Eureka and Mr. Moses, she said,—
“Eureka, darling, do I look odd? I suddenly began to feel astral just as I was going to eat a sandwich. I can’t help thinking that Lady Enid—you know, my astral ancestress, who’s always with me—is peculiarly powerful to-night. D’you notice anything?”
“Watch out for it, mother!” cried Mr. Moses. “See if it’s got the lump.”
Eureka fixed her heavy eyes on Miss Minerva and swayed her thin body to and fro in as panther-like a manner as she could manage.
“Mother’s after it,” continued Mr. Moses, twitching his left ear with his thumb in a Hebraic manner and shooting his shining cuffs; “mother’s on the trail. Doves for a bishop and the little mangel-wurzel for the labouring man. Clever mother! She’ll take care it’s suitable. Is it a haggis, mother, hovering over the lady with outspread wings?”
Eureka closed her eyes and rocked herself more violently.
“I see you,” she said in a deep voice. “You are astral. You are Lady Enid emerged for an hour from our dear Minerva.”
“I thought so,” cried Lady Enid, with decision. “I thought so, because when someone called me Miss Minerva just now I felt angry, and didn’t seem to know what they meant. Tell them, dear Eureka,—tell all my friends of your discovery.”