If you ask my acquaintance, it is yours; but I would warn you to shun me." "And why are you then so dangerous ?" "Some have found me so; if I were to predict your fortune by the vain calculations of the astrologer, I should tell you, in their despicable jargon, that my planet sat darkly in your house of life.

Cross me not, if you can avoid it.

I warn you now for the first time and last." "You despise the astrologers, yet you utter a jargon as mysterious as theirs.

I neither gamble nor quarrel: why then should I fear you ?" "As you will; I have done." "Let me speak frankly: your conversation last night interested and amused me." "I know it; minds like yours are attracted by mystery." Glyndon was piqued at those words, though in the tone in which they were spoken there was no contempt.
"I see you do not consider me worthy of your friendship be it so.

Good day." Zicci coldly replied to the salutation, and as the Englishman rode on, returned to his botanical employment.
The same night Glyndon went, as usual, to the theatre.