"You're trying to teach me to understand my—emotions, Colin, as you have taught me to understand my clothes."
"You're an apt pupil."
Tea came in, just then, and she poured for him, telling his fortune afterward in his teacup.
"Are you superstitious?" she asked him, having worked out a future of conventional happiness and success.
"Not enough to believe what you have told me." He was flickering his pale lashes and smiling. "Life shall bring me what I want because I shall make it come."
"Oh, you think that?"
"Yes. All things are possible to those of us who believe they are possible."
"Perhaps to a man. But—to a woman. There's Leila, for example. I'm afraid——"
"You mustn't be. Life will come right for her."
"How do you know?"