Again Gerald spoke, _sotto voce_: “I have not been spoken to in that way since I was at school.” “Your hand must be crossed with gold.” “A hundred per cent. at this game,” whispered Gerald, as Joshua laid another half sovereign on his upturned palm. The gipsy looked at the hand with knitted brows; then suddenly looking up into his face, said: “Have you a strong will—have you a true heart that can be brave for one you love?” “I hope so; but I am afraid I have not vanity enough to say ‘yes’.” “Then I will answer for you; for I read resolution in your face—resolution desperate and determined if need be. You have a wife you love?” “Yes,” emphatically. “Then leave her at once—never see her face again. Go from her now, while love is fresh and your heart is free from wicked intent. Go quick—go far, and never see her face again!” Joshua drew away his hand quickly, and said, “Thank you!” stiffly but sarcastically, as he began to move away. “I say!” said Gerald, “you’re not going like that, old man; no use in being indignant with the Stars or their prophet—and, moreover, your sovereign—what of it? At least, hear the matter out.” “Silence, ribald!” commanded the Queen, “you know not what you do. Let him go—and go ignorant, if he will not be warned.” Joshua immediately turned back. “At all events, we will see this thing out,” he said. “Now, madam, you have given me advice, but I paid for a fortune.” “Be warned!” said the gipsy. “The Stars have been silent for long; let the mystery still wrap them round.” “My dear madam, I do not get within touch of a mystery every day, and I prefer for my money knowledge rather than ignorance. I can get the latter commodity for nothing when I want any of it.” Gerald echoed the sentiment. “As for me I have a large and unsaleable stock on hand.” The gipsy Queen eyed the two men sternly, and then said: “As you wish. You have chosen for yourself, and have met warning with scorn, and appeal with levity. On your own heads be the doom!” “Amen!” said Gerald. With an imperious gesture the Queen took Joshua’s hand again, and began to tell his fortune. “I see here the flowing of blood; it will flow before long; it is running in my sight. It flows through the broken circle of a severed ring.” “Go on!” said Joshua, smiling. Gerald was silent. “Must I speak plainer?” “Certainly; we commonplace mortals want something definite. The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.” The gipsy shuddered, and then spoke impressively. “This is the hand of a murderer—the murderer of his wife!” She dropped the hand and turned away.