This last aspirant for spiritual light was neither fanatical nor hysterical, was scarcely even imbued with fear.
Something within his brain responded to the idea, to the reassuring human curiosity that gleamed in her eyes.

He found himself waiting for her first words with an impatience that no other member of the congregation had aroused.
But the wait was long--disconcertingly long.

The aspirant glanced uncertainly about the room, as if unwilling or unable to break into speech; then at last she raised her head, and, with an effort, met the Prophet's eyes.
"I'm terribly nervous!" she said, in an irresistibly feminine voice.
The effect upon her hearer was instantaneous.

The distant and spiritual aloofness, so easy to assume in the presence of the credulous, became suddenly a matter of impossibility.

With a quiet dignity that had more of masculine protectiveness than of mystical inspiration he turned to her afresh.
"Have no fear!" he answered, gently.