“He is a fool!” said the fortune-teller contemptuously. “I saw what he wanted and predicted it.”
She waved her hand, and Phil felt that he had no excuse for remaining longer.
He left the room slowly, and found Mr. Wilbur anxiously awaiting him.
“What did she tell you, Phil?” he asked eagerly. “Did she tell you what sort of a wife you would have?”
“No. I didn't ask her,” answered Phil, smiling.
“I should think you'd want to know. What did she tell you, then?”
“She told me quite a number of things about my past life and the events of my childhood.”
“I shouldn't have cared about that,” said Wilbur, shrugging his shoulders. “Why, I know all about that myself. What I want to know about is, whether I am to marry the girl I adore.”
“But you see, Wilbur, I don't adore anybody. I am not in love as you are.”
“Of course that makes a difference,” said Wilbur. “I'm glad I came, Phil. Ain't you?”