On the fourth day comes the astrologer from his crumbling old tower up the valley, where he had heard the news, I reckon.

He had a private talk with us, and we told him what we could, for we were mightily in dread of him.

He sat there studying and studying awhile to himself; then he asked: "How many ducats did you say ?" "Eleven hundred and seven, sir." Then he said, as if he were talking to himself: "It is ver-y singular.
Yes...

very strange.

A curious coincidence." Then he began to ask questions, and went over the whole ground from the beginning, we answering.