`You don't mean to say that you believe in cheiromancy?'

`Of course I do,' said the young man, smiling.

`But why?'

`Because I owe to it all the happiness of my life,' he murmured, throwing himself into a wicker chair.

`My dear Lord Arthur, what do you owe to it?'

`Sybil,' he answered, handing his wife the roses, and looking into her violet eyes.

`What nonsense!' cried Lady Windermere. `I never heard such nonsense in all my life.'