I have not cast the horoscope yet." "Then you wish to do so ?" "With your good permission.

I have taken a long journey for that very purpose, Sir Jasper." "Then you shall," the baronet cried, yielding to a swift impulse--"you shall cast his horoscope.

If it can avert no evil, it can, at least, cause none.

But, first, there is no action without its ruling motive.
What are me or mine to you, to make you take a long and toilsome journey on our account ?" The old man paused, drawn up to his fullest height, imposing as a new King Lear, his deep, dark eyes glowing with inward fire.
"I will tell you," he said.

"Years ago, Sir Jasper, when you were a young man, you did an honor and a service to one I dearly love; that I have never forgotten and never will forget! You have ceased to remember it years ago, no doubt; but I never have, nor ever will until my dying day." "A service! an honor! What could it have been?
I recollect nothing of it." "I expected as much; but my memory is a good one.