But he can
meditate just as well in my little room, for he says he was never in
any house that had such a wonderful atmosphere. He has no money at all
which is so beautiful of him, and looked so pained and disappointed
when I asked him if I might not give him some. He doesn't even know how
he got here from London; he doesn't think he came by train, so perhaps
he was wafted here in some astral manner. He looked so bewildered too
when I said the word 'money,' and evidently he had to think what it
was, because it is so long since it has meant anything to him. So if he
wants anything, I have told him to go into any shop and ask that it
shall be put down to me. He has often been without food or sleep for
days together when he is meditating. Just think!
"Shall I bring him to see you, or will you come here? He wants to meet
you, because he feels you have a beautiful soul and may help him in
that way, as well as his helping you. I am helping him too he says,
which seems more wonderful than I can believe. Send me a line as soon
as you get back. _Tante salute_!
"Your own,
"DAISY."
The voluminous sheets had taken long in reading and Mrs Lucas folded
them up slowly and thoughtfully. She felt that she had to make a swift
decision that called into play all her mental powers. On the one hand
it was "up to her" to return a frigid reply, conveying, without making
any bones about the matter, that she had no interest in nameless Gurus
who might or might not be Brahmins from Benares and presented
themselves at Daisy's doors in a penniless condition without clear
knowledge whether they had come by train or not.
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