He did so no longer. He was a teacher now, a kind of prophet. Some of his books of comfort and spiritual teaching were in their hundred and twentieth thousand.
Priscilla received him with every mark of esteem. He had never been to Crome before; she showed him round the house. Mr. Barbecue-Smith was full of admiration.
"So quaint, so old-world," he kept repeating. He had a rich, rather unctuous voice.
Priscilla praised his latest book. "Splendid, I thought it was," she said in her large, jolly way.
"I'm happy to think you found it a comfort," said Mr. Barbecue-Smith.
"Oh, tremendously! And the bit about the Lotus Pool—I thought that so beautiful."
"I knew you would like that. It came to me, you know, from without." He waved his hand to indicate the astral world.
They went out into the garden for tea. Mr. Barbecue-Smith was duly introduced.
"Mr. Stone is a writer too," said Priscilla, as she introduced Denis.
