Then it pointed to the chair, and I sat down in the chair.

That was all." Harut followed her words with an interest that I could see was intense, although he attempted to hide it.

Then he asked me to translate them, which I did.
As their full sense came home to him, although his face remained impassive, I saw his dark eyes shine with the light of triumph.

Moreover I heard him whisper to Marut words that seemed to mean, "The Sacred Child accepts the Guardian.

The Spirit of the White Kendah finds a voice again." Then as though involuntarily, but with the utmost reverence, both of them bowed deeply towards Miss Holmes.
A babel of conversation broke out.
"What a ridiculous dream," I heard Lord Ragnall say in a vexed voice.
"An ivory child that seemed to come to life and to give you a necklace.
Whoever heard such nonsense ?" "Whoever heard such nonsense ?" repeated Miss Holmes after him, as though in polite acquiescence, but speaking as an automaton might speak.
"I say," interrupted Scroope, addressing Miss Manners, "this is a drawing-room entertainment and a half, isn't it, dear ?" "I don't know," answered Miss Manners, doubtfully, "it is rather too queer for my taste.