"I, too, know Madras: there
are many dark spirits in Madras. And she was at English Residency?"
"Yes. She says Mr Kipling knows nothing about India. You and she will
have much to talk about. I wish I could sit on the floor, too, and
listen to what you say to each other."
"It will be great treat," said the Guru thoughtfully, "I love all who
love my wonderful country."
Suddenly he stopped, and put his hands up to his head, palms outward.
"There are wonderful vibrations today," he said. "All day I feel that
some word is on way from the Guides, some great message of light."
"Oh, wouldn't it be wonderful if it came to you in the middle of my
garden party?" said Lucia enthusiastically.
"Ah, gracious lady, the great word comes not so. It comes always in
solitude and quiet. Gracious lady knows that as well as Guru."
Pure Guruism and social pre-eminence struggled together in Lucia.
Guruism told her that she ought to be ecstatic at the idea of a great
message coming and should instantly smile on his desire for solitude
and quiet, while social pre-eminence whispered to her that she had
already dangled the presence of a high-caste mystic from Benares before
the eyes of Lady Ambermere, who only came from Madras. On the other
hand Olga Bracely was to be an even more resplendent guest than either
Lady Ambermere or the Guru; surely Olga Bracely was enough to set this
particular garden-party on the giddiest of pinnacles.
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