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Show But Sir Claude protested. He had only come to bring his wife. He himself was an absolute sceptic in matters occult, and indeed thought almost everything at all out of the way "damned silly." The idea of submitting himself to an astrologer called "Melie" roused all his British antagonism. But Lady Wyverne was firm. Indeed, her caprices generally had a good deal of cast-iron in them. In rather Jess than three minutes, therefore, Sir Claude was sitting at a tiny table opposite to a small old man with a white beard and pink eyes, and answering questions about the hour of night when he was born, the date of the year, his illnesses, and various other small matters till then regarded by him as strictly private. Eventually he came out, holding a paper in his hand, and looking good deal like a well-bred poker. "Silly rot!" he muttered, as he en-was awaiting him among the signs of the zodiac and the nies. "What's silly rot?" cried Wyverne. j "What that chap says." " What does he say?" - "Oh, a lot of rot. I s'pose · thought I couldn't understand him, or he wanted an extra guinea. Anyhow he's written it all down here." . He held out the paper, which his wife eagerly seized. After glancing ~over the red and purple writing on it, . t ' she exclaimed: t'J 1: " Mars! That's this month. , , f' is March the first." "I know. Rot, isn't it?" "Mars," continued Lady Wyverne, reading aloud, "periode de Iuttes, de contestations, d'anxiete, et meme de peines de cceur. Eviter de partir en voyage Ia nuit. Danger d'une-" |