For sole answer she touched a little silver gong which stood upon the table. A servant appeared in answer to the sound, and the baroness, without turning her head towards him, said, “Send my compliments to Miss Pleyel, and let her know Captain Fyffe has called.”
I stood rooted in astonishment.
CHAPTER XI
The baroness walked to the window as the servant retired, throwing upon me as she went by a look of mingled triumph and disdain. I had no word to say for myself, and I awaited the progress of events with wonder. The baroness looked out upon the street, with her tiny foot tapping at the carpet, until the servant returned.
“Well?” said she, imperatively turning on him.
The man looked confused and stammered.
“Well?” she repeated, with an angry impatience.
“I beg your pardon, Madame la Baronne, but I am to say—”
“You are to say?” she echoed, scornfully, seeing that he paused and stammered anew. “Say what you are to say.”