I looked out too, for I was standing at the window, and laughed.
"No, mademoiselle; all I know is that the star I was born under has not done much for me. I remember, some years ago, when I was in Italy, an astrologer made a horoscope for me; but I have lost it."
"You do not believe in the stars, then?"
"Who can tell, mademoiselle! But a man's life is mostly of his own making, and a woman's too for the matter of that. There is an invariable law of Nature or of God. It is that the breaker pays, and sooner or later all learn this."
"Ciel! how serious you are!" And her brown eyes met mine.
"The stars should never laugh, mademoiselle."
"They cried over me when my fortune was told."
"May I ask——"
"Oh yes!—but fortune for fortune. If I tell you mine will you tell me yours?"
"Certainly."