“Nonsense, child! She will tell you nothing but falsehoods.”

“No matter; let me at least hear what she has to say. Do, my dear aunt! Oblige me, I beseech you!”

“Well, well! Antonia, since you are so bent upon the thing⁠—here, good woman, you shall see the hands of both of us. There is money for you, and now let me hear my fortune.”

As she said this, she drew off her glove, and presented her hand; the gypsy looked at it for a moment, and then made this reply.