phenomenon of Mrs Quantock standing on one leg in the middle of the
lawn, but presumably her emotion communicated itself to him by the
subtle infection of the spirit.

"And what does he do?" he asked.

"My dear, it is not what he does, but what he is," said she. "Why, even
my little bald account of him to Lucia has made her ask him to her
garden-party. Of course I can't tell whether he will go or not. He
seems so very much--how shall I say it?--so very much sent to Me. But I
shall of course ask him whether he will consent. Trances and meditation
all day! And in the intervals such serenity and sweetness. You know,
for instance, how tiresome Robert is about his food. Well, last night
the mutton, I am bound to say, was a little underdone, and Robert was
beginning to throw it about his plate in the way he has. Well, my Guru
got up and just said, 'Show me the way to kitchen'--he leaves out
little words sometimes, because they don't matter--and I took him down,
and he said 'Peace!' He told me to leave him there, and in ten minutes
he was up again with a little plate of curry and rice and what had been
underdone mutton, and you never ate anything so good. Robert had most
of it and I had the rest, and my Guru was so pleased at seeing Robert
pleased. He said Robert had a pure white soul, just like you, only I
wasn't to tell him, because for him the Way ordained that he must find
it out for himself. And today before lunch again, the Guru went down in
the kitchen, and my cook told me he only took a pinch of pepper and a
tomato and a little bit of mutton fat and a sardine and a bit of
cheese, and he brought up a dish that you never saw equalled.
Delicious! I shouldn't a bit wonder if Robert began breathing-exercises
soon. There is one that makes you lean and young and exercises the
liver."