She rose and went to a table to a little cabinet which she unlocked.

"You wouldn't let me have my crystal ball in evidence," she said,

"because it doesn't fit in with the rest of my new furnishings--but it

tells things."

"What things?"

"I'll show you." She set it on the table between them. "Put your hand

on each side of it."

He grasped it with his flexible fingers. "Don't invent----" he warned.

She began to speak slowly, and she was still at it when Porter's big

car drove up to the door, and he came in with Mary and Leila.

"I picked up these two on their way home," Porter explained; "it is

raining pitchforks, and I'm in my open car. And so, kind lady, dear

lady, will you give us tea?"

Colin and Delilah, each a little pale, breathing quickly, rose to greet

their guests.

"She's been telling my fortune," Colin informed them, while Delilah

gave orders for more hot water and cups. "It's a queer business."

Porter scoffed. "A fake, if there ever was one."

Colin mused. "Perhaps. But she has the air of a seeress when she says

it all--and she has me slated for a--masterpiece--and marriage."

Leila, standing by the table, touched the crystal globe with doubtful

fingers. "Do you really see things, Delilah?"

"Sit down, and I'll prove it."

Leila shrank. "Oh, no."

But Porter insisted. "Be a sport, Leila."

So she settled herself in the chair which Colin had occupied, her curly

locks half hiding her expectant eyes.

And now Delilah looked, bending over the ball.

There was a long silence. Then Delilah seemed to shake herself, as one

shakes off a trance. She pushed the ball away from her with a sudden

gesture. "There's nothing," she said, in a stifled voice; "there's

really nothing to tell, Leila."

"I knew that you'd back out with all of us here to listen," Porter

triumphed.

But Colin saw more than that.

"I think we want our tea," he said, "while it is hot," and he handed

Delilah the cups, and busied himself to help her with the sugar and

lemon, and to pass the little cakes, and all the time he talked in his

pleasant half-cynical, half-earnest fashion, until their minds were

carried on to other things.

When at last they had gone, he came back to her quickly.

"What was it?" he asked. "What did you see in the ball?"




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024