“Or from people trusting in the wrong people. Which is it?” said the Prophet, not without slyness.
She began to look thin, but checked herself.
“Tell me,” she said, “why did you stop me yesterday when I was beginning to say to Sir Tiglath that I was sure Malkiel was a man and not a syndicate?”
“Did I stop you?” said the Prophet, artlessly.
“Yes, with your eyes.”
“Because—because I was sure—that is, certain you couldn’t be sure.”
“How could you be certain?”
“How?”
“Yes.”
“Well, how is one certain of anything?” said the Prophet, rather feebly.