Miss Moore laughed.
"Or pretend they do!"
"Who knows? It isn't of any interest, really. The things that have happened have happened, and the things that are to happen will happen just as surely, whether we foresee them or not."
Miss Moore turned to the Master.
"Look, Master—this is a divining-crystal, and Mr. Davison's trying to persuade me that in the East people really see visions in it."
The Master smiled.
"Mr. Davison has a poor opinion of ladies' intelligence, I'm afraid. He thinks they are children, who will believe any fairy tale."
Davison had drawn near to Mildred as the Master spoke; his eyes met hers and the impassive face wore a faint, ironical smile.
"The Wisdom of the West speaks!" he exclaimed, in a low voice. "I'd almost forgotten the sound of it."
Then scrutinizing her pale face: "I'm afraid you've had a scare. What did you see?"