“No.”
“What? No? What? you cannot?”
“No.”
Melitta was stupefied.
“Speak to him,” she said. “Have confidence. He loves her, he wishes her well.”
“I see clearly that he loves her.” answered Chimairis. “If he loves her, he wishes her ill. If he loves her, I shall not speak.”
Demetrios tingled with rage, but said nothing.
“Give me your hand,” said the Jewess. “It will tell me whether I am mistaken.”
She took the young man’s left hand and turned it towards the moonlight. Melitta leaned forward to see, although she could not read the mysterious lines, but their fatality attracted her.
“What do you see?” said Demetrios.