"Oh, I am seventy years old!" she cried, with a little fatigued moan.
"In a year from now you will have lapsed back into your normal age."
"I can't believe it!"
"Wait and see."
"Ah, I shall have to do a good deal of waiting—for nothing whatever!"
"I too shall wait," said Courtlandt grimly.
She suddenly turned and scanned his face. "For what?" she sharply questioned.
"For you."
Pauline threw back her head, with a brief, bitter laugh. "Then you will have to wait a long time!" she exclaimed, with sorrowful irony.
"I expect to do that," answered Courtlandt, more grimly still. "And I am a good prophet. You told me so."