Achmet the Astrologer continued to read the palm with a fixed, stony face.
"And now the lines are crossed, and the trouble begins.

As usual, a woman is at the bottom of it.

Sir Jasper Kingsland is in love." There was a pause.

The baronet winced a little.
"It is in Spain--glowing, gorgeous Spain--and she is one of its loveliest children.

The oranges and pomegranates scent the burning air, the vineyards glow in the tropic sun, and golden summer forever reigns.