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64 The little man fixed on me his spectacles. A resolute compression of the lips, and gathering of the brow, seemed to say that he meant to see through me, and that a veil would be no veil for him.

"I read it", he pronounced.

"Et qu'en dites-vous?And what do you say? [sic]"

"Mais—bien des chosesBut many things [sic]", was the oracular answer.

"Bad or good?"

"Of each kind, without doubt", pursued the diviner.

"May one trust her word?"

"Are you negotiating a matter of importance?"

"She wishes me to engage her as bonne or gouvernante; tells a tale full of integrity, but gives no reference".

"She is a stranger?"

"An Englishwoman, as one may see".

"She speaks French?"

"Not a word".

"She understands it?"

"No".

"One may then speak plainly in her presence?"

"Doubtless".

He gazed steadily. "Do you need her services?"

"I could do with them. You know I am disgusted with Madame Svini".

Still he scrutinized. The judgment when it at last came, was as indefinite as what had gone before it.

"Engage her. If good predominates in that nature, the action will bring its own reward; if evil—eh bien! ma cousine, ce sera toujours une bonne œuvrewell! my cousin, it will always be a good work [sic]". And with a bow and a "bon soirgoodnight [sic]", this vague arbiter of my destiny vanished. And madame did engage me that very night—by God's blessing I was spared the necessity of passing forth again into the lonesome, dreary, hostile street.