"Be seated, ladies," said the clairvoyant. "If you wish your fortune revealed, my fee is five dollars. You will address your questions to the medium who is on the lounge." Lena Van Hoosen handed her the money, and the madame sat down at a small harmonium, from which she drew sweet and plaintive strains. The music was not loud enough to drown the sound of the voices, and Lena, in low, trembling tones, said: "Shall I ever be married?" "Yes," replied Adéle. "To whom?" "An Englishman." She thought of Harkaway and Lord Maltravers, who were both of that nationality. To which of the two did the medium refer? "Two men love you," continued Adéle. "I know it, but for heaven's sake which of the two will be my fate?" cried Lena, who was scarcely able to suppress her emotion. Adéle's fingers nervously clutched the gold locket which hung round her neck. "Come!" she said. Lena Van Hoosen advanced like one in a dream. "Look," continued Adéle. Unclasping the locket she gazed upon the face within. "Lord Maltravers!" she gasped. "It is he whom you will marry," replied the medium. Lena staggered back and fell heavily on the floor. The revelation was too much for her, and she fainted away. Adéle continued to lie in a trance and was apparently unconscious of all that was going on around her. CHAPTER XII. MRS. VAN HOOSEN SACRIFICES HER DAUGHTER TO HER AMBITION. When Lena Van Hoosen recovered her senses she found herself in the outer room which she had just entered. Her maid Fifine was engaged in bathing her forehead with Florida water and fanning her face. "Where am I?" she gasped. "In the house of the clairvoyant, ma'm'selle," answered Fifine. "Where is Madame Levine?" "Gone. She took the medium away, and they went out together." "Oh! why did you bring me here?" said Lena, wringing her hands piteously. "Ma'm'selle wished to know whom she would marry, and it seems to me that the English suitor is rich and handsome." "Be silent." Fifine shrugged her shoulders. "For my part, I wish he would love me well enough to marry me," she continued. "You are impertinent. Let us go home," replied her mistress. Just as she had arranged her shawl and was about to take her departure, Madame Levine entered the apartment. "Are you satisfied?" she inquired. "I am bewildered. I know not what to think," answered Lena. "Oh! as for that, you can always rely upon the predictions of the medium, who is really remarkable." "But she told me I should marry the man I hate." "Then it will be so." "Can you explain how she came to have the portrait of Lord Maltravers in her locket?" asked Lena. "That is a mysterious locket," said Mme. Levine; "in ordinary times it is perfectly blank. When the medium wishes to think of any particular individual, the face is represented on the glass." Lena smiled, incredulously. "I cannot believe that," she said.