"No!—that is to say, not wholly. No—not in the house. Under the shed, you know."
"In the open air!" cried Susi, wringing her hands. "Oh, God! and the night is so cold; and he in the open air!"
"No! not in the open air—at least not quite. There's a roof to the shed."
"Has he a bunda?" continued Susi. And as she spoke she stripped herself of her own wrapper. "Tell me if he has not, for I wish to send him this."
"Oh, but he has! He has a large bunda. He is asleep." Susi grasped the gipsy's hand.
"Asleep? Did you say asleep? And do they see him sleeping? And you're sure they think it is sound, genuine sleep? They do not suspect him of pretending to sleep—do they?"
"But why should they suspect him of that?"
"What do they think of it? Can they not see that my husband is innocent? Who ever heard of a criminal's sleeping? Speak, Peti—tell me—what do they say to it?"
Peti answered that he had not spoken to anybody, but that there were some hopes of Viola's escape. He added:
"Early in the morning they mean to take him to Kishlak. If you want to speak to him, you must do it there. You can't do it at St. Vilmosh. They won't allow anybody to speak to him."