it was then that she suddenly "caught on." One heard all
one's friends talking about her, saying, "Have you ever been to Opal
Fawcett? She's _absolutely wonderful_! You must go!" Accordingly we
went.

When June and Lorillard were waiting in secret suspense for their
special license, June implored Robert to let Opal look into the crystal
for him, and read his hand. He tried to beg off, because he had met Miss
Fawcett during her disastrous year on the stage. In a play of ancient
Rome in which he was the star, Opal Fawcett had been a sort of
walking-on martyr, and he had a scene with her in the arena, defending
her from a doped, milk-fed lion. Opal had acted, clung, and twined so
much more than necessary that Robert had disliked the scene intensely,
always fearing that the audience might "queer" it by laughing. He would
not complain to the management, because the girl had been given the part
through official friendship, and was already marked down as prey by the
critics. He hadn't wished to do her harm; but neither did he care to
have his future foretold by her.

June was so keen, however, that he consented to be led like a lamb to
the sacrifice. I heard from her how they went together to the old house
which the spiritualist had left to his adopted daughter; and I heard
what happened at the interview. June was vexed because Opal _would_ see
Robert alone. She had wanted to be in the room, and listen to
everything! Opal was most ungrateful, June said, because she (June) had
sent lots of people to have their "hands read," and get special jewels
prescribed for them, like medicines. Robert had laughed to June about
what Opal claimed to see for him in her crystal, but had pretended to
forget most of the "silly stuff," and be unable to repeat it. June had
worried, fearing lest misfortunes had appeared in the crystal, and that
Robert wished to hide the fact from her.

"I'll get it all out of Opal myself!" she exclaimed to me, and took me
with her to Miss Fawcett's next day.

The excuse for this visit was to have my hand "told," and to order a
mascot for Robert, to take with him to the front: his own lucky jewel
set in a design made to fit his horoscope!

I was delighted to go, for I'd never seen a fortune teller; but June was
too eager to talk about Robert to spare me much time with the seeress.
My hand-telling was rather perfunctory, for Miss Fawcett didn't feel the
same need to see me alone which she had felt with Lorillar