y secret, Sir Jasper, and my secrets I keep. Come, hold
forth your hand, and test my skill."

"Why should I? Even if you can bring before me my past life, of what
use will it be, since I must know all better than you?"

"My power to read the past may prove my power to read the future."

"Nay, you may easily know the past, without magical skill. Many
thanks, my venerable friend, but I will not put your necromancy to the
test."

"Is Sir Jasper Kingsland afraid?" he said. "Surely not, for he comes
of a daring race. And yet it seems like it."

"By Heaven! if a younger man had spoken those words I would have hurled
him by the throat from yonder window. Be careful of your words, old
man, else even your hoary hairs may fail to save you."

Once more the astrologer bent servilely.

"I cry your mercy, my haughty Lord of Kingsland. It shall be as you
say. I will depart as I came. I will not serve you nor your new-born
son, since you refuse to be served. I will depart at once. I fear no
earthly storm. Good-night, Sir Jasper Kingsland. Look to the heir of
your house yourself. When 'angels unaware' visit you again, treat them
better than you have treated me."

With a gesture indescribably grand and kingly, the silver-haired old
man turned to go, folding his long cloak about him. But the voice of
the baronet called him back.

"Stay," he said. "You speak of serving my son. What danger threatens
his infant life that you can avert?"

"I know of none. I have not cast the horoscope yet."

"Then you wish to do so?"

"With your good permission. I have taken a long journey for that very
purpose, Sir Jasper."

"Then you shall," the baronet cried, yielding to a swift impulse--"you
shall cast his horoscope. If it can avert no evil, it can, at least,
cause none. But, first, there is no action without its ruling motive.
What are me or mine to you, to make you take a long and toilsome
journey on our account?"

The old man paused, drawn up to his fullest height, imposing as a new
King Lear, his deep, dark eyes glowing with inward fire.

"I will tell you," he said. "Years ago, Sir Jasper, when you were a
young man, you did an honor and a service to one I dearly love; that I
have never forgotten and never will forget! You have ceased to
remember it years ago, no doubt; but I never have, nor ever will until
my dying day."

"A service! an honor! What could it have been? I recollect nothing of
it."

"I expe