“Yes, I will call you miss, because I have looked into your fate, and I see that there is great good fortune before you.”
The young creature blushed again and smiled with something like confidence, but seemed rather at a loss what to say, or how to proceed.
“From your extraordinary beauty you must have a great many admirers, Miss Davoren.”
“But only two, sir, that gives me any trouble—one of them is a—”
The conjurer raised his hand as an intimation to her to stop, and after poring once more over the book for some time, proceeded:—
“Yes—one of them is Shawn-na-Middogue; but he's an outlaw—and that courtship is at an end now.”
“Wid me, it is, sir; but not wid him. The sogers and autorities is out for him and others; but still he keeps watchin' me as close as he can.”
“Well, wait till I look into the book of fate again—yes—yes—here is—a gentleman over head and ears in love with you.”
Poor Grace blushed, then became quite pale. “But, sir,” said she, “will the gentleman marry me?”
“To be sure he will marry you; but he cannot for some time.”