"Then you don't believe in necromancy—that they can tell the past and the future by the aid of astrology?"
"Pickles!"
It would have astonished Messieurs Crosse and Blackwell themselves, could they have heard what a deal that one word could convey when uttered by an Isaac Mole.
"Well, sir," said Harry Girdwood, seriously, "the wizard told us some very remarkable things indeed."
"What did he tell you?"
"Many things, many very wonderful things; but one of the most wonderful was about you, sir."
Mr. Mole started.
"Don't you try to come the old soldier over me," said Mole.
Harry Girdwood protested that he held Mr. Mole in far too much respect to essay any thing like coming the ancient military, or indeed anything else which might be construed into want of proper feeling.
Mr. Mole looked hard at him.