guidance came, and he started at once because he knew he was sent.
Fancy! I don't even know his name, and his religion forbids him to tell
it me. He is just my Guru, my guide, and he is going to be with me as
long as he knows I need him to show me the True Path. He has the spare
bedroom and the little room adjoining where he meditates and does
Postures and Pranyama which is breathing. If you persevere in them
under instruction, you have perfect health and youth, and my cold is
gone already. He is a Brahmin of the very highest caste, indeed caste
means nothing to him any longer, just as a Baronet and an Honourable
must seem about the same thing to the King. He comes from Benares where
he used to meditate all day by the Ganges, and I can see for myself
that he is a person of the most extraordinary sanctity. 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_!