She stopped, and, with her head slightly tilted to one side, looked Clytie in the eyes.
"What did you go to Granthope's for?" she asked.
Clytie began to color, faintly. She seemed, at first, at a loss to know how to reply.
Fancy prompted her. "For a reading, of course—but what else?"
"I don't know," said Clytie seriously. "Really I don't."
"That's what I thought!" said Fancy. Then her troubled brow cleared, and she turned to Cayley.
"I must say 'fare-thee-well, my Clementine,'" she said. "You certainly came to the scratch nobly. I hope it wasn't all Miss Payson's prompting, though!"
"Next time I hope I'll be able to bring you," he answered. "I'm sorry I can't take you home now."
"Who said I was going home?" she smiled. Then she looked at him, too, and spoke to him with a variation of the quizzical tone she had used toward Clytie. "I don't know what there is about you that makes such a hit with me—what is it?"
"The dagoes say I have the evil eye," he replied.