"The querent," said he gravely, "is tall, straight, slender, arms
long, hands and feet of the smallest, hair just short of blackness,
piercing, roving eyes, dark as night and full of fire, sight quick,
and temperament alive with energy, wit, and sense."
"Oh, tell my fortune, not my character! I shall shame of energy,
wit, and sense, if I hear such flattery, Doctor!" exclaimed she,
shaking herself like a young eagle preparing to fly.
"We shall see what comes of it, Hortense!" replied he gravely, as
with his gold-headed cane he slowly quartered the heavens like an
ancient augur, and noted the planets in their houses. The doctor
was quite serious, and even Hortense, catching his looks, stood very
silent as he studied the celestial aspects,
"Carrying through ether in perpetual round
Decrees and resolutions of the Gods."
"The Lord of the ascendant," said he, "is with the Lord of the
seventh in the tenth house. The querent, therefore, shall marry the
man made for her, but not the man of her youthful hope and her first
love.
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