“He does not seem easily impressed,” said the countess, reflectively.
“I do not expect you to impress him,” explained the baron hastily. “It would be folly to think of approaching him in that way. But I hope to prove to him that the king, with millions in his hands, can do much more for our country than Jeneski. And it is true—what we propose is for the country’s good. I am certain I can make him see it.”
“But my part?”
“Will be to keep him amused. Impress him, if you can—but be very careful. Above all, talk to him and find out what he is thinking.”
The countess gazed unseeingly out across the water; at last the baron’s intentions lay clear before her.
“Well?” he asked.
“My dear baron,” said the countess, “I have not forgotten all I owe to you....”
“Ah, when one begins in that tone!” interjected the baron, with a gesture of disappointment.
“But wait. I am not refusing. I am only asking myself whether I can really be of service. If I can, you may rely upon me. As you know, I have my own reasons.”
A little convulsion ran across her face. The baron was looking at her keenly.