Gipsy sees a marriage not so very far ahead.
Pretty lady says "What nonsense!" but looks serious.

Pretty lady's pretty friends must, of course, be teasing.

Gallant gentleman friend, by curious coincidence, happens to be dark.

Gipsy grins and passes on.
Is that all the gipsy knows of pretty lady's future?
The rheumy, cunning eyes! They were bonny and black many years ago, when the parchment skin was smooth and fair.

They have seen so many a passing show--do they see in pretty lady's hand nothing further?
What would the wicked old eyes foresee did it pay them to speak:--Pretty lady crying tears into a pillow.