In the end we did pay her fifteen.

But she gave us plenty for our money, I assure you--in fact, I can't remember half the things she said!" "And to you was prophesied-- ?" Count Paul leant forward and looked at her fixedly.
Sylvia blushed.
"Oh, she told me all sorts of things! As you say they don't really know anything; they only guess.

One of the things that she told me was that it was possible, in fact, quite likely, that I should never go back to England--I mean at all! And that if I did so, I should go as a stranger.
Wasn't that absurd ?" "Quite absurd," said Count Paul, quietly.

"For even if you married again, Madame; if you married a Frenchman, for instance, you would still wish to go back to your own country sometimes--at least, I suppose so." "Of course I should." And once more Sylvia reddened violently.
But this time Count Paul felt no pleasure in watching the flood of carmine staining not only the smooth, rounded cheek, but the white forehead and neck of his fair English friend.
Sylvia went on speaking, a little quickly.
"She said almost the same thing to Anna.

Wasn't that odd?
I mean she said that Anna would probably never go back to her own country.