Jacqueline glanced at her with the dispassionate, rolling gaze of a drunkard.
"Sit down!" she commanded. While Marie was settling herself on the edge of the bed she took another drink of the ether.
"Is that ether you're drinking?" asked the girl.
"Ye—yes!" coughed the woman, slipping in the cork.
"It smells horribly strong! What does it do to you?" she inquired, with shuddering curiosity.
"It changes my ideas and that's a good deal," was the grim reply. "But it gets on my nerves sometimes and then I cry or smash the furniture." Marie started.
"But that doesn't matter! What do you want to know?"
"Oh, but if I tell you that," smiled the maid, cunningly, "there'll be nothing in your telling my fortune, will there?"
"Don't tell me anything!" mumbled Jacqueline, shuffling the cards and spreading them out once more. She studied them in dead silence for a minute or more. Then:
"You're married!" she announced.