"Why not?" asked Mrs. Waddington, justly annoyed.
"From the crowd a woman springs forth. She bars the way. She seems to be speaking rapidly, with great emotion. And the man with the eye-glass is shrinking back, his face working horribly. His expression is very villainous. He raises a hand. He strikes the woman. She reels back. She draws out a revolver. And then...."
"Yes?" cried Mrs. Waddington. "Yes?"
"The vision fades," said Madame Eulalie, rising briskly with the air of one who has given a good ten dollars' worth.
"But it can't be! It's incredible."
"The crystal never deceives."
"But Lord Hunstanton is a most delightful man."
"No doubt the woman with the revolver found him so—to her cost."
"But you may have been mistaken. Many men are dark and wear an eye-glass. What did this man look like?"
"What does Lord Hunstanton look like?"