“See that line?”
He had taken possession of the whole hand now and pointed with a long, ominous forefinger to the centre of the palm.
“Which line?” inquired Sadie, eagerly, getting her 110 head very close to his as she pried into the plump, practically lineless palm.
“That one,” said Barnes, impressively.
“No.”
“Don’t you see that it starts almost at your wrist?”
“Now I see. Yes. What of it?”
“Why it runs ’way round the bump, or, that is––the bump of Venus.”
“What does that mean?” asked Sadie innocently.
“Oh, a lot. You are very affectionate––and extremely shy.”