"I can see only dimly," Madalena said. "It was clear before! I cannot
tell you why the things you care for were left.... Something _new_ is
coming. It seems that this time I am looking ahead, into the future. The
picture is blurred--like a badly developed photograph. The thing I see
has still to materialize."
"Where?" whispered Constance, thrilled by the thought that some event on
its way to her down the unknown path of futurity was casting a shadow
into the crystal. "Where?"
"I see a beautiful room. There are a number of people there--men and
women. You are with them, and Lord Annesley-Seton--and Nelson Smith and
your cousin Anne. I know most of the faces--not all. Everyone is excited.
Something has happened. They are talking it over.... Now I see the room
more clearly. It is as if a light were turned on in the crystal. Oh, it
is what you call the Chinese drawing room, at Valley House. I know why
the room lights up, and why I see everything so much more clearly. It is
because I myself am coming into the picture.
"The people want me to tell them the meaning of the thing that has
happened.
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