"It's absurd to sit with a window tight shut in this kind of room, which is little more than a box with three people in it!" Madame Cagliostra had sunk down into her chair again.
"I must beg you to go away, Mesdames," she muttered, faintly.

"Five francs is all I ask of you." But Anna Wolsky was behaving in what appeared to Sylvia a very strange manner.

She walked round to where the fortune-teller was sitting.
"You saw something in the cards which you do not wish to tell me ?" she said imperiously.

"I do not mind being told the truth.

I am not a child." "I swear I saw nothing!" cried the Frenchwoman angrily.