"Scandal and disappointment. But happily these do not appear as having
permanency."
"Thanks," piously. "Disappointment? I can readily believe that.
Disappointment has always been my portion. But scandal has never
lifted her ugly head."
"We are all far-sighted when scandal is in our immediate vicinity.
This cup says scandal. There is plenty of money about you. See that?
That means an enemy, strong, implacable. Disappointment and scandal
are in his zone, which means he will probably be the cause of all your
trouble. Have you an enemy?"
"None that I know of, save myself. But don't you think something is
the matter with the tea? It seems impossible that those harmless
grounds ... Why, I shan't sleep o' nights after this."
"You are laughing. Yet, this man is there. And here is a lie, too.
It's a very bad cup, Mr. Warrington. I'm sorry."
"So am I," gaily. "By the way, when do you and your mother start for
New York?"
"We leave to-night."
"Good. Do you mind if I take the same train down?"
"Mother and I'll be glad to have you with us."
The servant cleared the table, and Warrington lighted a cigar.
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