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Isn't it supposed by some people that fortune-tellers simply see into the minds of those who come to them, and then arrange what they see there according to their fancy?

      That, of course, would entirely account for all that the fortune-teller had said about her pearls.

      Sylvia always felt a little uncomfortable when her pearls were not lying round her pretty neck. The first time she had left them in the hotel bureau, at her new friend's request, was when they had been together to some place of amusement at night, and she had felt quite miserable, quite lost without them. She had even caught herself wondering whether M. Girard was perfectly honest, whether she could trust him not to have her dear pearls changed by some clever jeweller, though, to be sure, she felt she would have known her string of pearls anywhere!

      But what was this that was going on between the other two?

      Madame Cagliostra dealt out the pack of cards in a slow, deliberate fashion—and then she uttered a kind of low hoarse cry, and mixed the cards all together, hurriedly.

      Getting up from the table, she exclaimed, "I regret, Madame, that I can tell you nothing—nothing at all! I feel ill—very ill!" and, indeed, she had turned, even to Sylvia's young and unobservant eyes, terribly pale.

      For some moments the soothsayer stood staring into Anna Wolsky's astonished face.

      "I know I've disappointed you, Mesdames, but I hope this will not prevent your telling your friends of my powers. Allow me to assure you that it is not often that I am taken in this way!"

      Her voice had dropped to a whisper. She was now gazing down at the pack of cards which lay on the table with a look of horror and oppression on her face.

      "I will only charge five francs," she muttered at last, "for I know that I have not satisfied you."

      Sylvia sprang to the window. She tore apart the curtains and pulled up the sash.

      "No wonder the poor woman feels faint," she said quickly. "It's absurd to sit with a window tight shut in this kind of room, which is little more than a box with three people in it!"

      Madame Cagliostra had sunk down into her chair again.

      "I must beg you to go away, Mesdames," she muttered, faintly. "Five francs is all I ask of you."

      But Anna Wolsky was behaving in what appeared to Sylvia a very strange manner. She walked round to where the fortune-teller was sitting.

      "You saw something in the cards which you do not wish to tell me?" she said imperiously. "I do not mind being told the truth. I am not a child."

      "I swear I saw nothing!" cried the Frenchwoman angrily. "I am too ill to see anything. The cards were to me perfectly blank!"

      In the bright sunlight now pouring into the little room the soothsayer looked ghastly, her skin had turned a greenish white.

      "Mesdames, I beg you to excuse me," she said again. "If you do not wish to give me the five francs, I will not exact any fee."

      She pointed with a shaking finger to the door, and Sylvia put a five-franc piece down on the table.

      But before her visitors had quite groped their way to the end of the short, steep staircase, they heard a cry.

      "Mesdames!" then after a moment's pause, "Mesdames, I implore you to come back!"

      They looked at one another, and then Anna, putting her finger to her lips, went back up the stairs, alone.

      "Well," she said, briefly, "I knew you had something to tell me. What is it?"

      "No," said Madame Cagliostra dully. "I must have the other lady here, too. You must both be present to hear what I have to say."

      Anna went to the door and called out, "Come up Sylvia! She wants to see us both together."

      There was a thrill of excitement, of eager expectancy in Madame Wolsky's voice; and Sylvia, surprised, ran up again into the little room, now full of light, sun, and air.

      "Stand side by side," ordered the soothsayer shortly. She stared at them for a moment, and then she said with extreme earnestness:—

      "I dare not let you go away without giving you a warning. Your two fates are closely intertwined. Do not leave Paris for awhile, especially do not leave Paris together. I see you both running into terrible danger! If you do go away—and I greatly fear that you will do so—then I advise you, together and separately, to return to Paris as soon as possible."

      "One question I must ask of you," said Anna Wolsky urgently. "How goes my luck? You know what I mean? I play!"

      "It is not your luck that is threatened," replied the fortune-teller, solemnly; "on the contrary, I see wonderful luck; packets of bank-notes and rouleaux of gold! It is not your luck—it is something far, far more important that is in peril. Something which means far more to you even than your luck!"

      The Polish woman smiled rather sadly.

      "I wonder what that can be?" she exclaimed.

      "It is your life!"

      "My life?" echoed Anna. "I do not know that I value my life as much as you think I do."

      "The English have a proverb, Madame, which says: 'A short life and a merry one.'"

      "Can you predict that I shall have, if a short life, then a merry one?"

      "Yes," said Madame Cagliostra, "that I can promise you." But there was no smile on her pale face. "And more, I can predict—if you will only follow my advice, if you do not leave Paris for, say"—she hesitated a moment, as if making a silent calculation—"twelve weeks, I can predict you, if not so happy a life, then a long life and a fairly merry one. Will you take my advice, Madame?" she went on, almost threateningly. "Believe me, I do not often offer advice to my clients. It is not my business to do so. But I should have been a wicked woman had I not done so this time. That is why I called you back."

      "Is it because of something you have seen in the cards that you tender us this advice?" asked Anna curiously.

      But Madame Cagliostra again looked strangely frightened.

      "No, no!" she said hastily. "I repeat that the cards told me nothing. The cards were a blank. I could see nothing in them. But, of course, we do not only tell fortunes by cards"—she spoke very quickly and rather confusedly. "There is such a thing as a premonition."

      She waited a moment, and then, in a business-like tone, added, "And now I leave the question of the fee to the generosity of these ladies!"

      Madame Wolsky smiled a little grimly, and pulled out a twenty-franc piece.

      The woman bowed, and murmured her thanks.

      When they were out again into the roughly paved little street, Anna suddenly began to laugh.

      "Now, isn't that a typical Frenchwoman? She really did feel ill, she really saw nothing in my cards, and, being an honest woman, she did not feel that she could ask us to pay! Then, when we had gone away, leaving only five francs, her thrift got the better of her honesty; she felt she had thrown away ten good francs! She therefore called us back, and gave us what she took to be very excellent advice. You see, I had told her that I am a gambler. She knows, as we all know, that to play for money is a foolish thing to do. She is aware that in Paris it is not very easy for a stranger to obtain admittance—especially if that stranger be a respectable woman—to a gambling club. She therefore said to herself, 'I will give this lady far more than ten francs' worth of advice. I will tell her not to go away! As long as she remains in Paris she cannot lose her money. If she goes to Dieppe, Trouville, any place where there is a Casino, she will lose her money. Therefore I am giving her invaluable advice—worth far more than the ten francs which she ought to be made to give me, and which she shall be made to give me!'"

      "I suppose you are right," said Sylvia thoughtfully. "And yet—and yet—she certainly spoke very seriously, did she not, Anna? She seemed quite honestly—in fact, terribly afraid that we should go away together."

      "But there is no idea

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