"Oh, I guess I can build up a square when the time comes and let the break take care of itself."
"But the time is now," and her voice was tremulously low.
"Now—what do you mean, now?"
She nodded her head, and with half-closed eyes gazed at the fireplace significantly.
"And are the fortune-teller's eyes so brilliant and so keen that they can light up the future and behold the day and the hour?" queried Jarvis.
"Not my eyes, señor," and her voice died down to a whisper, "but my ears."
The step of the Duke was upon the resonant stairs.
"In all my experience I have seen but one hand like yours, señor,—it speaks of danger; and that hand belongs to Don Robledo, to Don Robledo!"
The nobleman's voice cut short the séance. There was a warning note in it.
"Well, Dolores, and why are you not attending her Highness? You know the house, and she needs assistance."