"I throw myself at your feet! I ask a thousand pardons! I am so confused. May I go through that door into the yard?"
"That door is locked. Get out by the door through which you came in."
The Jew made another low bow, and walked across Tengelyi's room to the door by which he had entered; not, however, without looking to the adjoining room, dropping his hat on the floor, and turning the handle of the door in every direction but the right one, while his eye seemed to peer into and examine every corner of the apartment.
"What do you say to that?" asked Vilma, when he was gone; "I will bet you any thing that fellow is a spy."
"Nothing is more likely; for he seems to be capable of any thing, and in war he would certainly act as a spy. But why should he exercise that noble trade in your house?"
"He was looking after Viola and his wife. You know how eager Mr. Skinner is to arrest the robber."
"I know that yesterday he was in pursuit of the poor man; but to-day he has other matters to think of. No, I am sure the Jew has some request or some complaint to make to your father."
"But he asked so many questions; he looked into every corner of the room."
"He was afraid of the dogs, and perhaps he hoped to discover a broken pane of glass. It would have been a job for him, you know."
But Vilma was by no means easy in her mind. She was about to give vent to a great many more fears, when Tengelyi's arrival put a stop to the conversation.