She might toy with it for a while, but the day must inevitably dawn when common-sense and the need of surer things would send her back into the broad channel of simple, satisfying Christianity.

For a space this unnatural state of things would last; for a space their curious companionship would continue--their long, intimate talks would make life something new and wonderful; then--But there, for some unexplained reason, speculation invariably stopped.
So things stood on the fiftieth morning after her first coming.

The stream of suppliants for his favor was all but exhausted, and he awaited to give the last audience of the day.
After the moment of quiet and solitude that always separated the interviews, the sonorous gong announced the last visitor; the silent, ascetic attendant threw open the door and Enid entered.
This time she displayed none of the hesitancy that had marked her early manner.

She came towards the table with quick, assured steps, her face bright with anticipation.
As she approached, the Prophet rose.

It was remarkable that he no longer retained his sitting position when she entered the room, as was his custom with the other members of the sect.