The old woman positively laughed. "Now do you believe?" she asked.
"It's certainly rather a curious coincidence. Hearts infer love, I suppose, and I'm in love, that's true."
"Yes, that's true, but you have a rival, I know. A dark man, perhaps—if he——"
Carstairs frowned. "Good God, that's impossible. Didn't you hear what the old man said? he's her brother."
The old woman looked steadily into his eyes. "You don't know. That's only what you think."
"Lord! Perhaps you're right. By Jove——"
"Cut the cards," she interrupted. "Again and again."
He cut six times, spades every time, the knave four times.
The gipsy was very serious. "There!" she said.
"It's certainly rather curious," he admitted.