However, he was still silent.
"Your honor is extremely clever.

I've enjoyed the exhibition," I said to him in Hindustanee, but he took not the slightest notice of me, and if he understood he did not betray the fact.
"Let us go," said the Gray Mahatma, and proceeded to lead the way.
The Gray Mahatma took the other turning of the passage, and knocked on the door at the end.

It was opened by a little man, who once had been extremely fat, for his skin hung about him in loose folds.
His cavern was smaller than the other, but as clean, and similarly flooded with the restful golden light.

But he was only host; the Gray Mahatma was showman.

He said: "All energy is vibrations; yet that is only one fraction of the truth.
All is vibration.