But Miss Bleecker occupied herself with Lennox, who was paying for
Margaret.
Margaret entered the booth where a little old woman, very plainly
dressed, sat at a small deal table. From above hung a light. Beside her
was a vacant chair.
"Sit there, please," the medium, in a low voice, told the girl. "And
now, if you please, your hand."
Margaret, seating herself, removed a glove. The hand in which she then
put hers was soft and warm and she feared that it might perspire. She
looked at the woman who looked at her, sighed, closed her eyes and
appeared to go to sleep. Then, presently, her lips parted and in a voice
totally different from that in which she had just spoken, a voice that
was thin and shrill, words came leapingly.
"You are engaged to be married. Your engagement will be broken. You will
be very unhappy. Later, you will be thankful. Later you will realise
that sorrow is sent to make us nobler than we were."
With an intake of the breath, the medium started, straightened, opened
her eyes.