"Your fate is a fair man, which is strange considering that you also are a fair woman; and I see that there is already a dark man in your life." Sylvia blushed.

Bill Chester, just now the only man in her life, was a very dark man.
"But this fair man knows all the arts of love." Madame Cagliostra sighed, her voice softened, it became strangely low and sweet.

"He will love you tenderly as well as passionately.

And as for you, Madame--but no, for me to tell you what you will feel _and what you will do_ would not be delicate on my part!" Sylvia grew redder and redder.

She tried to laugh, but failed.