Part 69 (1/2)
At this point in the colloquy the curiosity of Madame overcame her, and she protruded her head suddenly beyond the edge of the doorway.
”Ulloh!” exclaimed the voice. ”Why, what's 'a' you got there?”
Madame hastily withdrew, and the voice continued,--
”Blessed if it ain't a female!”
”I beg your pardon!” said the Prophet, trembling with propriety.
”I--I--there is no female here!”
”Yes there is!” cried the voice, with a chuckle. ”There's a female creeping and crawling about behind that there door.”
The Prophet's sense of chivalry was now fully aroused.
”You are mistaken,” he said firmly. ”There are no females creeping and--and crawling about in this--this respectable house.”
”Respectable!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the voice, ”respectable! I say there is a female. You're a nice one, you are! 'Pon my word, I've a good mind to run you in for Mormonism, I have. Wherever's she got to?”
On the last words a sudden blaze of light shot into the pantry, and at the same moment there was the sound of wheels rapidly approaching in the square.
”Hulloh!” said the voice, ”someone a-comin'.”
The light died out as rapidly as it had flashed in, the wheels drew close and stopped, and a bell pealed forth in the silent house.
”Merciful Heavens!” cried the Prophet, pressing his hands to his throbbing brow. ”Merciful Heavens! who can that be?”
There was no answer, and the bell pealed again.
”Grannie will be disturbed!” exclaimed the Prophet, addressing himself, pa.s.sionately to the darkness. ”Grannie will be killed by all this uproar.”
The bell pealed again.
”This must cease,” cried the Prophet. ”This must and shall cease. I will bring it all to an end once and for ever!”
And, with sudden desperate decision, he shut the window, burst out of the pantry and came upon Madame, who was standing in a somewhat furtive manner by the door that opened into the cellars of the mansion.
”Mr. Vivian,” she began, in a rather subdued voice, ”that isn't a comet, that's a copper!”
The bell rang again.
”D'you think--d'you think that can be my husband?” continued Madame, still seeming subdued. ”I should like him--Do you think it's him?”
”What?”
”The bell.”
”I will very soon see,” replied the Prophet, in a most determined manner.
”But Mr. Viv--”