“Friends,” she whispered to Danby Force, when Madame had told of the Eye, “Friends, they are everything!”
“Yes.” Danby’s tone was full of meaning. “Friends, loyal friends, they are worth more than all else in this life! And, thank God, I have many friends!”
“And see!” Madame exclaimed. “Here is the Moon. A very good sign.
“But the fox! Ah, this is bad! This speaks of distrust. There are those, Monsieur, whom you must not trust too much—perhaps some who are very close to you.”
“Yes, I—”
Madame did not permit the young man to finish. “The Sun!” Her face darkened. “The Sun tells of future vexation.”
“I shouldn’t wonder.” Danby Force laughed. “Indeed I have had quite a lot of that already. But come! I shall be having the jitters from all this evil prophecy. Let’s get our little blonde-haired friend to make us a steaming cup of chocolate, and please put in just one spoonful of malted milk and a marshmallow.” He touched Jeanne’s golden locks gently.
“But one moment!” Madame protested. “Here is the pig close at hand. He tells of great abundance.”
“Perhaps that means that I am to have two cups of chocolate.” Danby laughed once more.
“But yes!” Jeanne joined him in the laugh. “Three if you say so.”