"You generally are," murmured Vera, but he did not hear, having sunk into a racing reverie.
Bertie appeared through the curtains.
"I congratulate you, Mrs. Ogilvie. Your [soothsayer] is a marvel."
"Isn't she!" triumphantly said his hostess.
"It's the most extraordinary thing I ever came across in my life. She simply took my breath away. Yes, tea, please. She's a genius."
"Does she seem very exhausted? Or do you think Sylvia might just ask her one question?"
"Oh, surely—Miss Sylvia's so reposeful," said Bertie. "I fancy I could answer the one question myself," he added in a low voice to Sylvia, as he held the curtains back for her to pass.
"She's been a success with you, I see," said Felicity.
"She has, indeed! She got right there every time—as she would say herself in her quaint Eastern phraseology. She has one of the most remarkable personalities I ever met. No one would believe what that girl has gone through in her life—and she's been so brave and plucky through it all! Did you notice what remarkable hands she has?"
"I told you so," laughed Felicity. "She's been confiding in Bertie and he's told her fortune! I knew it."