"Sickness, sorrow, sweethearts, riches." "I see no riches; here is trouble." "Not in the present," said Seth, somewhat repentant of his rashness in angering the woman, as he saw Sally turn pale. "No, not in the present. Trouble in the past, trouble in the future." "Easy to predict. Trouble comes to all of us." "Look here, master. Are you reading the signs or me?" "You; and you read them in the usual way." "Is it reading them in the usual way to tell you that you are not this little lady's father?" "Our faces teach you that." "Is it reading them in the usual way to tell you that this little lady's trouble in the future will come from love?" "A dark or fair man?" asked Seth, still bantering, for the purpose of inspiring Sally with courage. "From no man, dark or fair. From love of a woman." "Of a woman!" exclaimed Seth, biting his lip. "Ay, of a woman, when this little lady herself is a woman." A curtsey from the gipsy caused Seth to turn his head, and he saw that other persons had joined the party: a gentleman of middle age and a lady richly dressed. "Come," said the gentleman, with a careless attempt to draw the lady from the group. "No," protested the lady, "no, Mr. Temple; I must positively stop. I dote on fortune-telling; I've had mine told a hundred times." "It's a bright fortune, my lady," said the gipsy, still retaining Sally's hand, "as bright as this summer's day." "It is evening now," observed the gentleman addressed as Mr. Temple. "Better not stop. The grey shadows are coming." "There are no grey shadows for my lady," quickly answered the gipsy. "Rose-coloured shall all your days be," said the gentleman, with an amused glance at his companion, "if----" and paused. "Yes--if----" prompted the lady. "If," continued the gentleman, "you cross the poor gipsy's hand with silver. Isn't that so?" addressing the gipsy. The woman smiled deferentially, and held out her hand to receive the silver which the lady took from her purse. "And it's enough to provoke even a gentleman's curiosity," said the lady, "to hear that trouble is to come to this sweet girl through the love of a woman instead of that of a man." "All troubles through love come from love of a woman," observed the gentleman oracularly. "Does _your_ experience teach you that?" inquired the lady, peering laughingly into his eyes. "What my experience teaches me," he replied, with a shadow gathering on his face, "I reserve." "After a lawyer's fashion," said the lady, again taking up his words. "You are self-convicted, Mr. Temple." "In what way?" "If you saw your face in a glass, you would receive your answer." "Psha!" he exclaimed, directing his attention to the gipsy. "You have told this little girl that a woman will bring her trouble. Beyond your skill to say what woman." "A woman younger than herself; more beautiful than herself; that she loves, and loves dearly. Show yourself, my beauty."