“Want!—nothing—with you,” said the old woman; “do you want nothing with me?”
“Nothing,” said De Grey. Her eye immediately turned upon Archer,—“You want something with me,” said she, with emphasis.
“I—what do I want?” replied Archer.
“No,” said she, changing her tone, “you want nothing—nothing will you ever want, or I am much mistaken in that face.”
In that watch-chain, she should have said, for her quick eye had espied Archer’s watch-chain. He was the only person in the company who had a watch, and she therefore judged him to be the richest.
“Had you ever your fortune told, sir, in your life?”
“Not I!” said he, looking at De Grey, as if he was afraid of his ridicule, if he listened to the gipsy.
“Not you! No! for you will make your own fortune, and the fortune of all that belong to you!”
“There’s good news for my friends!” cried Archer.
“And I’m one of them, remember that,” cried Fisher. “And I,” “And I,” joined a number of voices.