It had an infantile simplicity about it which contrasted most piquantly with her prophetic manner.
"Only," I went on, assuming a confidential tone, "you really MUST tell me why you said that just now about Hugo Le Geyt.

Recollect, your Delphian utterances have gravely astonished and disquieted me.

Hugo is one of my oldest and dearest friends; and I want to know why you have formed this sudden bad opinion of him." "Not of HIM, but of HER," she answered, to my surprise, taking a small Norwegian dagger from the what-not and playing with it to distract attention.
"Come, come, now," I cried, drawing back.

"You are trying to mystify me.
This is deliberate seer-mongery.

You are presuming on your powers.