And no folly
is absolutely harmless." He stirred his tea and stared into the cup.
"Why, I should think you ought to be the most contented of men," she
cried. "You are famous, wealthy, courted. And when you return to
Herculaneum, every girl in town will set her cap for you. I warn you
of this, because I've taken a friendly interest in you."
"It is very good of you. Come," he said, draining his cup; "surely you
tell fortunes in tea-cups; tell mine."
"Four-leaf clovers and tea-grounds," she mused. "You strike me as
being a very superstitious young man."
"I am."
She passed the cup back to him. "Pour a little fresh tea in, spill it
gently, turn the cup against the saucer and twirl it three times.
That's the incantation."
He followed the directions carefully, and she extended her hand for
the cup.
"There is always a woman in a man's tea-cup," she began. "There are
two in this one."
"Good gracious!"
"Yes. Do you see that?" pointing to a cluster of leaves.
"Looks like a camel. Am I going to be thirsty?"
"That always indicates scandal," she declared soberly.
"Scandal?" He smiled skeptically.
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