“If?” she broke in, indignantly. “Then it is my word you question.”
“No; that again has never entered my thoughts. The shortest plan will be for me to go in search of the Baroness and bring her here that this may be explained.”
“There is no need, thank you. It is not sufficiently important.”
“Will you tell me what she said?”
“No, Mr. Bergwyn, I am not a talebearer,” she answered with a quick shrug of the shoulders.
“You allow other people to carry tales to you. But that perhaps is your interpretation of consistency. Do you believe what I told you?”
“Shall we change the subject, Mr. Bergwyn? I hope your impressions of Belgrade, so far as the scenery is concerned, have been pleasant.” Her assumption of courtesy was excellent.
“Do you believe what I told you that I came here without knowing of the presence of the Baroness von Tulken?”
“The views from the higher grounds are considered to be among the finest in Europe. Have you seen them?”
I rose from my seat. “I will fetch the Baroness,” I said, bluntly.