"No living mortal knows what you have told me this night." Achmet the Astrologer smiled--a dire, dark smile.
"Man, in league with the dark potentate you have named, if you like.
Whatever I am, I have truthfully told you the past, as I will truthfully tell your son's future." "By palmistry ?" "No, by the stars.

And behold!" drawing aside the curtain, "yonder they shine!" "Take me to an upper room," the astrologer exclaimed, in an inspired tone, "and leave me.

Destiny is propitious.

The fate that ruled your son's birth has set forth the shining stars for Achmet to read.

Lead on!" Like a man in a dreamy swoon, Sir Jasper Kingsland obeyed.