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“I went to work methodically on Mrs. Elbourn’s hands, in the usual way, you know, first sketching the character from the backs of them; and there was the usual hush, broken by the usual little noises–grunts of assent from the husband, cooings of recognition from the daughter. Presently I asked to see the palms, and from them I filled in the details of Mrs. Elbourn’s character before going on to the events in her life. But while I talked I was calculating how old Mrs. Elbourn might be. In my first glance at her palms I had seen that she could not have been less than twenty-five when she married. The daughter was seventeen. Suppose the daughter had been born a year later–how old would the mother be? Forty-three, yes. Not less than that, poor woman!”

Laider looked at me.

“Why ‘poor woman!’ you wonder? Well, in that first glance I had seen other things than her marriage-line. I had seen a very complete break in the lines of life and of fate. I had seen violent death there. At what age? Not later, not possibly LATER, than forty-three. While I talked to her about the things that had happened in her girlhood, the back of my brain was hard at work on those marks of catastrophe. I was horribly wondering that she was still alive. It was impossible that between her and that catastrophe there could be more than a few short months. And all the time I was talking; and I suppose I acquitted myself well, for I remember that when I ceased I had a sort of ovation from the Elbourns.

“It was a relief to turn to another pair of hands. Mrs. Brett was an amusing young creature, and her hands were very characteristic, and prettily odd in form. I allowed myself to be rather whimsical about her nature, and having begun in that vein, I went on in it, somehow, even after she had turned her palms. In those palms were reduplicated the signs I had seen in Mrs. Elbourn’s. It was as though they had been copied neatly out. The only difference was in the placing of them; and it was this difference that was the most horrible point. The fatal age in Mrs. Brett’s hands was–not past, no, for here SHE was. But she might have died when she was twenty-one. Twenty-three seemed to be the utmost span. She was twenty-four, you know.

“I have said that I am a weak man. And you will have good proof of that directly. Yet I showed a certain amount of strength that day–yes, even on that day which has humiliated and saddened the rest of my life. Neither my face nor my voice betrayed me when in the palms of Dorothy Elbourn I was again confronted with those same signs. She was all for knowing the future, poor child! I believe I told her all manner of things that were to be. And she had no future–none, none in THIS world–except–

“And then, while I talked, there came to me suddenly a suspicion. I wondered it hadn’t come before. You guess what it was? It made me feel very cold and strange. I went on talking. But, also, I went on–quite separately–thinking. The suspicion wasn’t a certainty. This mother and daughter were always together. What was to befall the one might anywhere–anywhere–befall the other. But a like fate, in an equally near future, was in store for that other lady. The coincidence was curious, very. Here we all were together–here, they and I–I who was narrowly to escape, so soon now, what they, so soon now, were to suffer. Oh, there was an inference to be drawn. Not a sure inference, I told myself. And always I was talking, talking, and the train was swinging and swaying noisily along–to what? It was a fast train. Our carriage was near the engine. I was talking loudly. Full well I had known what I should see in the colonel’s hands. I told myself I had not known. I told myself that even now the thing I dreaded was not sure to be. Don’t think I was dreading it for myself. I wasn’t so ‘lamentable’ as all that–now. It was only of them that I thought–only for them. I hurried over the colonel’s character and career; I was perfunctory. It was Brett’s hands that I wanted. THEY were the hands that mattered. If THEY had the marks– Remember, Brett was to start for India in the coming week, his wife was to remain in England. They would be apart. Therefore–