Cobbler. "Spirituous gift to see in the crystal: if she had that, she might make your fortune."
Gentleman Waife (with a sudden change of countenance). "Ah! I never thought of that. But if she has not the gift, I could teach it her—eh?"
The Cobbler (indignantly). "I did not think to hear this from you, Mr. Waife. Teach her—you! make her an impostor, and of the wickedest kind, inventing lies between earth and them as dwell in the seven spheres! Fie! No, if she hasn't the gift natural, let her alone; what here is not heaven-sent, is devil-taught."
Waife (awed, but dubious). "Then you really think you saw all that you described, in that glass egg? "
Cobbler. "Think!—am I a liar? I spoke truth, and the proof is there!"—Rat-tat went the knocker at the door.
"The two minutes are just up," said the Cobbler; and Cornelius Agrippa could not have said it with more wizardly effect.
"They are come, indeed," said Sophy, re-entering the room softly; "I hear their voice at the threshold."
The Cobbler passed by in silence, descended the stairs and conducted Vance and Lionel into the Comedian's chamber; there he left them, his brow overcast. Gentleman Waife had displeased him sorely.
CHAPTER VIII.
We all know that Demosthenes said, Every thing in oratory was acting—stage-play. Is it in oratory alone that the saying holds good? Apply it to all circumstances of life—stage-play, stage-play, stage-play!—only ars est celare artem, conceal the art. Gleesome in soul to behold his visitors, calculating already on the three pounds to be extracted from them, seeing in that hope the crisis in his own checkered existence, Mr. Waife rose