After which, Lady Gourlay paused for some time, and seemed at a loss what construction to put upon it.
"It is very strange," she at length observed; "that woman has been here, I think, several times, visiting her late brother, who left her some money at his death.

Is she not extremely pale and wild-looking ?" "So much so, madam, that there is something awful and almost supernatural-looking in the expression of her eyes and features.

I have certainly never seen such a face before on a denizen of this life." "It is strange," replied her ladyship, "that she should have taken upon her the odious character of a fortune-teller.

I was not aware of that.
Corbet, I know, had a sister, who was deranged for some time; perhaps this is she, and that the gift of fortune-telling to which she pretends may be a monomania or some other delusion that her unhappy malady has left behind it." "Very likely, my lady," replied the other; "nothing more probable.

The fact you mention accounts both for her strange appearance and conduct.
Still I must say, that so far as I had an opportunity of observing, there did not appear to be any obvious trace of insanity about her." "Well," she exclaimed, "we know to foretell future events is not now one of the privileges accorded to mortals.