“You have come to tell me more of my fortune, have you?” Scott asked, placing a chair for her.
“More,” she repeated. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that you told me a part of it, and now you will tell me the rest.”
“I? When?”
“Not many days ago.”
Old Meg looked around the room in a sly way. Every article in the room passed under her gaze, and she evidently saw that it was useless to try to carry out the deception, which she had undertaken, for she said:
“Oh, I do remember I was here before.”
Scott had closely scrutinized every feature, not losing the slightest expression of the face, nor the light that now and then shot from her eyes when she looked quickly into his own.
“Do you know what you told me before?” Scott asked.