He was the Prophet." Bale-Corphew's face relaxed.
"Ah!" he said, slowly.

"I believe you.

But, if _you_ were blind, _I_ saw." He paused and passed his handkerchief over his face.

Cold as the day was, drops of perspiration stood upon his forehead.
"I saw.

And from that hour the man was lost." "Lost ?" "Yes, lost." He laughed excitedly; and to Enid the laugh sounded singularly unpleasant, sharp, and cruel.