You are as old as the world.

Of us two it's you that are more fit to foretell the future of the poor mortals on whom you happen to cast your eyes." At these words she cast her eyes down and in the moment of deep silence I watched the slight rising and falling of her breast.

Then Mills pronounced distinctly: "Good-bye, old Enchantress." They shook hands cordially.

"Good-bye, poor Magician," she said.
Mills made as if to speak but seemed to think better of it.

Dona Rita returned my distant bow with a slight, charmingly ceremonious inclination of her body.
"_Bon voyage_ and a happy return," she said formally.
I was following Mills through the door when I heard her voice behind us raised in recall: "Oh, a moment.