Anthea laughed:
"The Man with the Tiger-Mark,—of course! he has been much in her dreams, lately, and she has talked of him a great deal,—"
"Has she?" said Bellew, "ha!"
"Yes,—her mind is full of strange twists, and fancies,—you see she is so very old,—and she loves to tell me her dreams, and read the future for me."
"Though, of course, you don't believe it," said Bellew.
"Believe it!" Anthea repeated, and walked some dozen paces, or so, before she answered,—"no, of course not."
"Then—none of your fortune,—nothing she told you has ever come true?"
Once more Anthea hesitated, this time so long that Bellew turned from his moon-gazing to look at her.
"I mean," he went on, "has none of it ever come true,—about this Man with the Tiger-Mark, for instance?"
"No,—oh no!" answered Anthea, rather hastily, and laughed again. "Old Nannie has seen him in her dreams—everywhere,—in India, and Africa, and China; in hot countries, and cold countries—oh! Nannie has seen him everywhere, but I have seen him—nowhere, and, of course, I never shall."