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Getting up from the table, she exclaimed, "I regret, Madame, that I can
tell you nothing--nothing at all! I feel ill--very ill!" and, indeed, she
had turned, even to Sylvia's young and unobservant eyes, terribly pale.
For some moments the soothsayer stood staring into Anna Wolsky's
astonished face.
"I know I've disappointed you, Mesdames, but I hope this will not prevent
your telling your friends of my powers. Allow me to assure you that it is
not often that I am taken in this way!"
Her voice had dropped to a whisper. She was now gazing down at the pack
of cards which lay on the table with a look of horror and oppression on
her face.
"I will only charge five francs," she muttered at last, "for I know that
I have not satisfied you."
Sylvia sprang to the window. She tore apart the curtains and pulled up
the sash.
"No wonder the poor woman feels faint," she said quickly. "It's absurd to
sit with a window tight shut in this kind of room, which is little more
than a box with three people in it!"
Madame Cagliostra had sunk down into her chair again.


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