If I may not see the Prophet in private Audience, then let me see him in your presence! I have only a dozen words to say; and, if necessary, I will say them in your presence.

You can see it is urgent, when I am willing to humiliate myself.

It is only for her Soul that a woman will conquer her pride.

You won't deny peace to my Soul ?" Her voice dropped, her whole expression pleaded.
For a moment--for just one moment--it seemed to her desperate gaze that his hard blue eyes softened; the next, their cold, unyielding glance disillusioned her of hope.
"It is useless to appeal to me," he said; "but if you very much desire it, you can make your request to my brother Mystic--Horatio Bale-Corphew.

He is guarding the Prophet's Threshold." Whether the man had any glimmering of knowledge as to her private connection with Bale-Corphew and the Prophet was not to be read from his austere face.