Madame Devineresse. Yes; I am called so by those whom I serve. I unveil the secrets of the future to those who desire to know them. Do you wish to look into the magic mirror?
J. I should like to know something of the future.
Mme. D. You shall do so. Bring me the magic mirror, Faustina. (F. passes mirror to her.) Young man, approach. (J. draws near.) You wish to learn something of the future. (J. bows.) You are permitted to look three times into this mirror, where you will see three scenes in your future life. Take it into your own hands. (J. does so.) What do you see?
(Exit Faustina, R.)
J. I see a school-room. There are many people present. It must be examination day.
Mme. D. Do you see yourself there?
J. Yes; the other scholars are all crowding about me, and seem to be congratulating me for some reason. The teacher has come forward, and presents me with a richly bound book.
Mme. D. That picture represents a scene in your life three years hence, when you will leave this school. You will graduate as first scholar in your class. You see yourself as having just delivered the valedictory. The other pupils are congratulating you, but many of them are envious at the distinction accorded you, and which you have so richly merited.
(Joe’s face beams with pleasure. Mme. D. holds out her hand for the mirror. Taking it, she wipes it carefully, lays it on the table, waves her wand over it three times, and then returns it to Joe.)
Mme. D. What see you now, young man?