Salomena, sitting at her writing-table, heard him silently, and then asked carelessly—
“What did you talk about on the way?”
“Not a word, your ladyship,” said Ferdinand, meekly. “If I might take the liberty of saying so, I fancy the lady-companion is a little proud.”
“It is well,” the baroness replied. “In twenty minutes or so, when the young lady has rested a little, she may appear.”
”The old lady then buried herself in a milk-account from one of her farms, and laboured for a good while trying to find out how she could force the buyer to pay a few florins more in the month.
“The young lady, the companion,” announced Ferdinand, moving the portière.
The baroness waved her hand. With a light but assured step Jenny Kuc̓erová entered the room.
