It doesn't seem to belong to the present day--" She looked up at him in appealing perplexity.
"And why did you come now ?" "Why?
Oh, because--because I could not stay away." For the first time the Prophet was conscious of a tremor of discomfiture; for the first time the spectacle of his fraud, as seen from a point of view other than his own, touched him unpleasantly.

He moved slightly in his massive chair.
"In this life," he said, with a sudden, almost incontinent assumption of his Prophetic manner, "we must be ever careful to distinguish the Wine from the Vessel that contains it.

I endeavor, with all the Power I am possessed of, to impress upon my People that I have come, not to _be_ the Way, but to _show_ the Way! To teach you all that what you seek in me, is in each one of you.

Every man is his own Prophet, if he but knew it!" As he spoke he turned his eyes upon the Scitsym, and the hard, inscrutable look that so dominated his followers descended upon his face.

As he reached the last words, he glanced again at his companion, but as his eyes rested on her face he paused disconcerted.