As she suddenly fixed her eyes upon him, he noticed that they began to dilate and glow with almost preternatural brilliancy, while she abruptly exclaimed, as if under the impulse of another of her vivid impressions:
“You have recently been in danger, Mr. Sibley, in great danger!”
“Is that your present impression?” inquired Nick.
“Yes, sir. It must be correct, too, or I could not feel it so strongly.”
“Go on, madame.”
“You are a man who encounters many dangers,” Madame Victoria continued, now speaking much more rapidly and earnestly. “Your life is made up of stirring adventures and frequent perils.”
“That is very true,” admitted Nick.
“I see you hunting—hunting—hunting!” cried the woman, with suppressed vehemence. “I don’t know what it means, sir, but you seem to be constantly hunting, searching after persons and things, and delving into all kinds of complicated mysteries.”
“Well, well! that hits pretty near the mark,” laughed Nick.
“Oh, dear! and I see you all surrounded with a red atmosphere, as if you were not a stranger to violent combats and the sight of blood.”