“Fortunately for you and for me, you are not so perspicacious in psychology as this young lady.”
“I don’t expect to earn my living telling fortunes.”
“I don’t believe this young lady expects to, either. You have told me what I am,” Cæsar pursued; “now tell me what is going to happen to me.”
“Let me look,” said Mlle. Cadet; “close your hand. You will make a journey.” “Very good! I like that.”
“You will get into a desperate struggle....”
“I like that, too.”
“And you will win, and you will be defeated....”
“I don’t like that so much.”
Mile. Cadet could not give other details. Her sibylline science extended no further. During this chiromantic interlude, the dancing kept up, until finally, about three in the morning, the party ended.