"
"Can you tell me nothing more of her? Do you know her well?"
"She does not offer her help to every one. You would have done well to
accept it in the first instance. You may not find her in the same humour
again."
"I had supposed from what you said of her that she made a profession of
clairvoyance, or hypnotism, or mesmerism--whatever may be the right term
nowadays."
"It matters very little," answered Keyork, gravely. "I used to wonder at
Adam's ingenuity in naming all living things, but I think he would have
made but a poor figure in a tournament of modern terminologists. No.
Unorna does not accept remuneration for her help when she vouchsafes to
give it."
"And yet I was introduced to her presence without even giving my name."
"That is her fancy. She will see any one who wishes to see her, beggar,
gentleman, or prince. But she only answers such questions as she pleases
to answer."
"That is to say, inquiries for which she is already prepared with a
reply," suggested the Wanderer.
"See for yourself. At all events, she is a very interesting specimen. I
have never known any one like her."
Keyork Arabian was silent, as though he were reflecting upon Unorna's
character and peculiar gifts, before describing them to his friend. His
ivory features softened almost imperceptibly, and his sharp blue eyes
suddenly lost their light, as though they no longer saw the outer
world.
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