Miss Vivi sat up and carefully pillowed the squat calloused hand in her soft one. For a moment she studied it, turning it over and back again, running her finger meditatively over the mounds and depressions.
"Well?" said Skippy anxiously.
"Shall I tell all?"
"Everything."
"You have a very strong will—very obstinate and not easily influenced. Ambition will be your god and you will sacrifice—" Vivi hesitated.
"So far is true, isn't it?"
"Well, pretty true," said Skippy, who began to enjoy his portrait.
"You will sacrifice everything to your ambition—friends, family, the woman who loves you."
"Oh, I say!"