brought you here? What devil sent you across my path now? Who are you,
or what are you, for you look like a libel on humanity?"

"If I don't," she replied, bitterly, "I know who does. There is not much
beauty between us, Thomas Gourlay."

"What do you mean by Thomas Gourlay, you sorceress?"

"You'll come to know that some day before you die, Thomas; perhaps
sooner than you can think or dream of."

"How can you tell that, you irreverent old viper?"

"I could tell you much more than that, Thomas," she replied, showing her
corpse-like teeth with a ghastly smile of mocking bitterness that was
fearful.

The Black Baronet, in spite of himself, began to feel somewhat uneasy,
for, in fact, there appeared such a wild but confident significance in
her manner and language that he deemed it wiser to change his tactics
with the woman, and soothe her a little if he could. In truth, her words
agitated him so much that he unconsciously pulled out of his waistcoat
pocket the key of Lucy's room, and began to dangle with it as he
contemplated her with something like alarm.

"My poor woman, you must be raving," he replied. "What could a destitute
creature like you know about my affairs? I don't remember that I ever
saw you before."

"That's not the question, Thomas Gourlay, but the question is, what have