'Wilt thou cast from this?'—handing the date and time of birth.
Endora took it, sat down, and commenced her work. Presently she looked up, and said:
'I see enough to assure me that it will fit but the life of one person.'
'And that one?' said Varro.
'A woman, the wife of the Proconsul of Ephesus, and thou art he.'
'This augurs well. I have heard great worth attached to thy wisdom. Now pray tell me hast thou ever seen her?'
'Yes, many times. What dost thou think of thy wife? Art thou jealous of her since thou art come to dive into her future and her past?'
'No, my woman! No, no; why should I be jealous? She is chaste as she is beautiful, and kind as she is wise. I have fullest confidence in my wife. What seest thou, Endora?'
'I fear,' replied the witch, 'I must have been mistaken; for now I see here a beautiful woman with rippling hair of golden hue flowing back from a snowy brow.'
'Yes, yes; go on. That is right.'