“She always knows,” said Mr. Sagittarius to the Prophet.
“Always.”
“Very well then, first post Thursday morning. Now is that quite clear?”
“Oh, quite, quite.”
“You will of course send the old lady’s horoscope to us at the same time with full particulars.”
“Full particulars?” said the Prophet. “What of?”
“Of her removal from the bottle, cutting of her first tooth, short coating, going into skirts, putting of the hair up, day of marriage and widowhood, illnesses—”
“Especially the rashes, Jupiter,” struck in Madame.
“What a mind!” said Mr. Sagittarius aside to the Prophet.
“What!”