He had been writing.
"Have you done ?" the baronet asked.
"I am done.

Your son's fate is here." He touched the paper.
"Is that for me ?" he asked, shrinking palpably from it even while he spoke.
"This is for you." The astrologer handed him the paper as he spoke.
"It is for you to read--to do with after as you see fit.

I have but one word to say: not I, but a mightier power traced the words you will read--your son's irrevocable fate.

Don't hope to shirk it.

My task is ended, and I go.