hall, of Mrs Quantock standing in the middle of the lawn on one leg.
Naturally, therefore, he ran out into the garden without any further
formality. She looked like a little round fat stork, whose legs had not
grown, but who preserved the habits of her kind.

"Dear lady, I've brought a note for you," he said, "it's from Lucia."

The other leg went down, and she turned on him the wide firm smile that
she had learned in the vanished days of Christian Science.

"Om," said Mrs Quantock, expelling the remainder of her breath. "Thank
you, my dear Georgie. It's extraordinary what Yoga has done for me
already. Cold quite gone. If ever you feel out of sorts, or depressed
or cross you can cure yourself at once. I've got a visitor staying with
me."

"Have you indeed?" asked Georgie, without alluding to the thrilling
excitements which had trodden so close on each other's heels since
yesterday morning when he had seen the Guru in Rush's shop.

"Yes; and as you've just come from dear Lucia's perhaps she may have
said something to you about him, for I wrote to her about him. He's a
Guru of extraordinary sanctity from Benares, and he's teaching me the
Way. You shall see him too, unless he's meditating. I will call to him;
if he's meditating he won't hear me, so we shan't be interrupting him.
He wouldn't hear a railway accident if he was meditating."

She turned round towards the house.

"Guru, dear!" she called.