The man nodded, and the woman in a low voice said:
“There are lines of much sorrow, miss, and much doubt. You will mate with a man you do not love, and love a man you do not mate. But in the end——”
She stopped short, and, dropping Olivia’s hand, bent over one of the children.
Olivia smiled her calm, sweet smile.
“It is your turn now,” she said to Bertie; but Bertie, with affected horror and awe, shook his head.
“Your experience is enough for me,” he said.
“That will do,” said Bartley Bradstone, and he flung a coin toward the group. “Clear off now.”
The woman darted at the coin, but as her hand closed over it she said:
“Let me tell this gentleman his fortune.”
“Oh, do! oh, come, Mr. Bradstone!” exclaimed the two Penstone girls in chorus. “In common fairness——”