Madame answered deliberately:
“The fates are against it. I see here that your path will be crossed by a charming rival, who will lure his heart away!”
The girl snatched her hand away and arose, furious with passion, crying:
“Woe be unto that girl! She had better never been born than come between me and my lover!”
“There are other men to love you!” consoled madame.
“What do I care for them? I want only him! And I have been so foolish, I have driven him from me! But no one else shall have him! I swear it!” cried the brunette, her dark eyes flashing wildly, as she paid the fortune teller, adding, “Come, tell me all you told Frank Laurier, and all this is yours!” and she held out a roll of bank notes.
Madame was not proof against the golden bribe, so she answered:
“I told him the engagement would most likely never be renewed—that a lovely blonde was fated to come between them and cause much unhappiness.”
“Let her beware!” hissed the beautiful girl, under her breath, as madame took up her hand again, saying:
“You have much to console you for a single disappointment in love. You are beautiful and rich, and you can have great success as an actress if you wish to——”