"Might come, or would come?" questioned Paul.
"Might come," replied Lovel. "I don't think she anticipated any evil, but simply tried to put me off the meeting with words of warning. Well, Mexton, of course I did not believe in the nonsense she talked, and laughed at her; whereat she left me in anger, and swore that I should have reason to remember her prophecy. God knows I have now!" added the young man, bitterly.
"H'm!" said Paul, thoughtfully. "Do you believe in palmistry, Lovel?"
"No," said the other, promptly; "in spite of my gipsy blood, I am no believer in the influence of star, or cards, or lines on the palm. Yet, in Milly's case, it is very strange that Gran Jimboy's prognostication of evil should come to pass."
"Bah! In my opinion she contributed to the fulfillment of her own prophecy."
"Mexton! surely you don't believe that a feeble old woman like gran killed Milly?"
"No, I do not," replied Paul, decisively; "but I believe that she brought about the death by her arts. Tell me when it was you saw her?"
"About three o'clock in the afternoon."
"Very good; then you told her of your intended meeting with Milly? No one else knew of that."
"No," said Lovel, thoughtfully. "I told only Gran Jimboy; but Milly might have informed her sister."