“Oh?”
“And you’ll see it; in trine of Mars. The Seventh House. The House of Marriage. The House of Happiness.”
“Oh! Mrs. Mary!”
“You’re fond of astrology?”
“I know very little about the heavenly bodies.”
“Ah! Don’t be too impatient there.”
Miss Sinquier stared.
Mrs. Mary was large and robust, with commanding features and an upright carriage. She had a Redfern gown of “navy” blue stuff infinitely laced. One white, long hand, curved and jewelled, clung as if paralysed above her breast.
Seating herself majestically, with a glance of invitation to Miss Sinquier to do the same, the eminent actress appraised her visitor slowly with a cold, dry eye.
“And so you’re his ‘little mouse’...!”