"Not you!--the idea!" cried Helen. "Why, of course you must. I and my sister have had our turn, and you must take yours." As if further objection were out of the question, Miss Carey stood timidly up by the table and shuffled the cards that Dame Ness handed to her. When they were spread out, the old woman looked at the cards longer than she had looked for either Helen or Anna, then at the girl, then at the cards again. "There has been sickness and trouble;--and distress," she said at length, "And--and--'tain't over yet. I see a dark lady and a fair man: they've been in it, somehow. Seems to ha' been a great trouble"--putting the tips of her forefingers upon two cards. "Here you are, you see, right among it,"--pointing to the Queen of Hearts. "I don't like the look of it. And there's money mixed up in the sorrow----" A low, shuddering cry. I happened to be looking from the window at the moment, and turned to see Janet Carey with hands uplifted and a face of imploring terror. The cry came from her. "Oh don't, don't! don't tell any more!" she implored. "I--was--not--guilty." Down went her voice by little and little, down fell her hands; and down dropped she on the chair behind her. The next moment she was crying and sobbing. We stood round like so many helpless simpletons, quite put down by this unexpected interlude. Old Dame Ness stared, slowly shuffling the cards from hand to hand, and could not make it out. "Here, I'll have my fortune told next, Mother Ness," said Bill Whitney, really out of good nature to the girl, that she might be left unobserved to recover herself. "Mind you promise me a good one." "And so I will then, young gentleman, if the cards 'll let me," was the hearty answer. "Please shuffle 'em well, sir, and then cut 'em into three." Bill was shuffling with all his might when we heard the front-door open, and Cattledon's voice in the hall. "Oh, by George, I say, what's to be done?" cried he. "She'll be fit to smother us. That old parson can't have given them a sermon." Fortunately she stayed on the door-mat to take off her clogs. Dame Ness was smuggled down the kitchen stairs, and Bill hid the cards away in his pocket. And until then it had not occurred to us that it might not be quite the right thing to go in for fortune-telling on Good Friday. II. On Easter Tuesday William Whitney and Tod went off to Whitney Hall for a few days: Sir John wrote for them. In the afternoon Miss Deveen took Helen in the carriage to make calls; and the rest of us went to the Colosseum, in the Regent's Park. Cattledon rather fought against the expedition, but Miss Deveen did not listen to her. None of us--except herself--had seen it before: and I know that I, for one, was delighted with it.