“I have seen my share of both.”
“Yes, yes, that is plain to me, very plain,” she rapidly went on. “You are a busy man, and you—wait! I am now carried away from here. I feel as if I were riding in a railway-train. I don’t quite interpret the impression as yet, but I feel—oh, now I have it! You don’t belong here, sir, not in this city. You are a stranger here.”
“Well, not exactly that,” replied Nick, more and more puzzled by the accuracy with which she was hitting the mark.
“I don’t mean that you never were here, and are not familiar with this city,” cried Madame Victoria quickly. “I mean only that your business is not here, that your interests are in some distant place. Isn’t that right?”
“Nearly so.”
“I knew it was.”
“How did you know it?”
“Because of my impression, that of being carried away in the cars,” explained the woman. “I presumably get it from you, sir, for I am susceptible to all of the conditions surrounding those who come here to consult me.”
“That is quite mysterious.”