"Not to my knowledge."
"Are her parents living?"
For the second time during the interview a falsehood rested on Seth's lips, and for the second time he refused to utter it.
"I do not know," he replied.
"What is it you say?"
"I do not know whether her parents are living."
"A born lady," muttered the gipsy, seeing her chance; "a born lady--fit to be a Duchess--is one, or I can't read the stars."
Seth turned a startled look upon the gipsy, saying, "You are a clever witch, wherever you have got your information." Then to the gentleman, "Have you anything more to ask me?"
"Nothing," was the reply, with a contradiction almost in the same breath: "In what part of London did you say you live?" as though the question had been already asked and answered.
"In the east."