I can do no more; and don't wish to do that.' She pressed him; on which he told Rhoda to wait outside where she stood, and took Mrs.Lodge into the room.

It opened immediately from the door; and, as the latter remained ajar, Rhoda Brook could see the proceedings without taking part in them.

He brought a tumbler from the dresser, nearly filled it with water, and fetching an egg, prepared it in some private way; after which he broke it on the edge of the glass, so that the white went in and the yolk remained.

As it was getting gloomy, he took the glass and its contents to the window, and told Gertrude to watch them closely.

They leant over the table together, and the milkwoman could see the opaline hue of the egg-fluid changing form as it sank in the water, but she was not near enough to define the shape that it assumed.
'Do you catch the likeness of any face or figure as you look ?' demanded the conjuror of the young woman.
She murmured a reply, in tones so low as to be inaudible to Rhoda, and continued to gaze intently into the glass.