'What is become of your friend Tregarva? I met him this morning after he parted from you, and had some talk with him. I was sorely minded to enlist him. Perhaps I shall; in the meantime, I shall busy myself with you.' 'In what way,' asked Lancelot, 'most strange sir, of whose name, much less of whose occupation, I can gain no tidings.' 'My name for the time being is Barnakill. And as for business, as it is your English fashion to call new things obstinately by old names, careless whether they apply or not, you may consider me as a recruiting-sergeant; which trade, indeed, I follow, though I am no more like the popular red-coated ones than your present "glorious constitution" is like William the Third's, or Overbeck's high art like Fra Angelico's. Farewell! When I want you, which will be most likely when you want me, I shall find you again.' The evening was passed, as Claude had promised, in a truly Horatian manner. Sabina was most piquante, and Claude interspersed his genial and enthusiastic eloquence with various wise saws of 'the prophet.' 'But why on earth,' quoth Lancelot, at last, 'do you call him a prophet?' 'Because he is one; it's his business, his calling. He gets his living thereby, as the showman did by his elephant.' 'But what does he foretell?' 'Oh, son of the earth! And you went to Cambridge--are reported to have gone in for the thing, or phantom, called the tripos, and taken a first class! . . . Did you ever look out the word "prophetes" in Liddell and Scott?' 'Why, what do you know about Liddell and Scott?' 'Nothing, thank goodness; I never had time to waste over the crooked letters. But I have heard say that prophetes means, not a foreteller, but an out-teller--one who declares the will of a deity, and interprets his oracles. Is it not so?' 'Undeniably.' 'And that he became a foreteller among heathens at least--as I consider, among all peoples whatsoever--because knowing the real bearing of what had happened, and what was happening, he could discern the signs of the times, and so had what the world calls a shrewd guess--what I, like a Pantheist as I am denominated, should call a divine and inspired foresight--of what was going to happen.' 'A new notion, and a pleasant one, for it looks something like a law.' 'I am no scollard, as they would say in Whitford, you know; but it has often struck me, that if folks would but believe that the Apostles talked not such very bad Greek, and had some slight notion of the received meaning of the words they used, and of the absurdity of using the same term to express nineteen different things, the New Testament would be found to be a much simpler and more severely philosophic book than "Theologians" ("Anthropo-sophists" I call them) fancy.' 'Where on earth did you get all this wisdom, or foolishness?' 'From the prophet, a fortnight ago.' 'Who is this prophet? I will know.'