locked studio at the top of the lodge. They do not know why sometimes,
on Madame's 'Wednesdays,' I am pale--with sitting up on behalf of the
_Almanac_. For Capricornus's sake and for Corona's all this is hid from
the world. Madame and I are the victims of a double life. Yes, sir, for
the children's sake we have never dared to let it be known what I really
am."

Suddenly he began to grow excited.

"And now," he cried, "after all these years of secrecy, after all
these years of avoiding the central districts--in which Madame longs
to live--after all these years of seclusion beyond the beat even of the
buses, do you come here to me, and search yourself and say upon your
oath that a prophet can live and be a prophet in the Berkeley Square,
that he can read the stars with Gunter's just opposite, ay, and bring
out an almanac if he likes within a shilling fare of the Circus? If this
is so"--he struck the deal table violently with his clenched fist--"of
what use are the sacrifices of myself and Madame? Of what use is it to
live under a modest name such as Sagittarius, when I might be Malkiel
the Second to the whole world? Of what use to flee from W. and dwell
perpetually in N.? Why, if what you say is true, we might leave the
Mouse to-morrow and Madame could pop in and out of the Stores just like
any lady of pleasure."

At the thought of this so long foregone enchantment Malkiel's emotion
completely overcame him, his voice died away, overborne by a violent fit
of choking, and he sat back in his cane chair trembling in every limb.
The Prophet was deeply moved by his emotion, and longed most sincerely
to assuage it. But his deep and growing conviction of his own power
rendered him useless as a comforter. He could not lie. He could not deny