"It was too bad. But it was necessary."
She gave him a swift, searching look.
"Oh! Then you are—finding out?"
"I'm being pushed on, somehow. It's really queer, as if the force came from outside of myself—"
"Oh, no! I'm sure not!"
"Something is working out in me—"
Clytie smiled rarely, her face illuminated. "Oh, fate deals the cards, but we have to play them ourselves. And—I think—you've taken several tricks already."
"You mean—about Fancy Gray?"
"No—that I can't judge—I never have judged. Your advertisement in the papers."
He was immensely surprised, pleased. "You have noticed that already? Why, this is only the very first day—"