"Sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't," was Fancy's cryptic retort. She watched the effect under drooped lashes.
The effect was to make Mrs. Page squirm uneasily, as if she didn't know whether she had been hit or not. She took refuge in the remark: "Well, I hope he will give me a good reading this time."
"It all depends on what's in your hand," Fancy followed her up, smiling amiably.
Mrs. Page minced and simpered: "Do you know, somehow I hate to have him look at my hand, after what he said before. He told me such dreadful things, I'm afraid he'll discover more."
"Why do you give him a chance, then?" said Fancy coldly.
"Oh, I hope he'll find something better, this time!"
"Weren't you satisfied with what he gave you?" Fancy asked. "I have found Mr. Granthope usually strikes it about right."
"Oh, of course, I'm satisfied," Mrs. Page admitted. "In fact, I trust him so implicitly that I have acted on his advice. But it's rather dreadful to know the truth, don't you think?"
Fancy nodded her head soberly. "Sometimes it is." She accented the adverb mischievously.
"Oh, I don't mean what you mean at all!"