How is it she spaes fortunes any way?
As Lilly does by maps and charts; or as these old Eastern mufti do it by magic mirrors and all each fooleries ?" "Neither," said Ormiston, "her style in more like that of the Indian almechs, who show you your destiny in a well.

She has a sort of magic lake in her room, and--but you will see it all for yourself presently." "I have always heard," said Sir Norman, in the same meditative way, "that truth lies at the bottom of a well, and I am glad some one has turned up at last who is able to fish it out.

Ah! Here comes our ancient Mercury to show us to the presence of your goddess." The door opened, and the "old bag of bones," as Ormiston irreverently styled his lady-love's ancient domestic, made a sign for them to follow him.

Leading the way down along a corridor, he flung open a pair of shining folding-doors at the end, and ushered them at once into the majestic presence of the sorceress and her magic room.

Both gentlemen doffed their plumed hats.