"Why, Beth, that's Bedient's mind exactly!" Cairns exclaimed. "A woman's vision of the finest sort, empowered with a man's understanding——"
"Of the finest sort," Beth finished laughingly. "By the way, that's a good definition of a prophet, isn't it?"
"It does work out," he said, thinking hard.
Beth observed with interest at this point, that Bedient had confined his discussion of the visioning feminine principle to Vina. There were several approaches to his elevation.
"How glorious it is to see things, David!" she exclaimed happily. "Even to see things after they are pointed out. And you—I'm really so glad about you! You're coming along so finely, and putting away boyish things."
She reached across the table and dropped her hand upon his sleeve.
"It's so tonic and bracing to watch one's friend burst into bloom!… I needed the stimulus, too. You are helping me."
It was Cairns' turn to shade his eyes for a clearer view of the night.