"But I don't mean that. She tells you your Sign and works it in metal for you. I bought one. Mine is Pisces." She became earnest. "I was born in Pisces, you see."
"And what does Pisces do for you?" he inquired, remembering the heightened colour. The sincerity of this Rose Mystica delighted him, and he already anticipated her reply with interest. Here, he felt, was the credulous, religious type in its naked purity, forced to believe in something marvellous.
"Well, if you wear your Sign next your skin it brings good luck—it makes the things you want happen." The blush reappeared becomingly. She did not lower her eyes.
"Have your things happened then?"
She hesitated. "Well, I've had an awfully good time ever since I wore it——"
"Proposals?" he asked gently.
"Dr. Devonham!" she exclaimed. "How ever did you guess?" She looked very charming in her innocent confusion.
He laughed. "If you don't take it off at once," he told her solemnly, "you may get another."
"It was two in a single week," she confided a little tremulously. "Fancy!"
"The important thing, then," he suggested, "is to wear your talisman at the right moment, and with the right person."