“There is something up,” she thought to herself as she crossed the hall.
The bell rang again, and Juliana saw on the doorstep the gentleman who had come on business connected with the mines, dressed in a light suit, with a rose in his buttonhole and a package under his arm. She took in his appearance with a keen and rapid glance.
“It is the gentleman who was here yesterday,” she said in a low voice to her mistress.
“Admit him.”
“Come, this is progressing!” said Juliana to herself. Her eyes glittered, and going upstairs she said to Joanna with an accent of malicious joy, as she opened the kitchen door,—
“The gentleman who came yesterday is here again, and he has brought a package with him.”
Joanna turned her round black eyes slowly toward Juliana.
“What do you think of it, Senhora Joanna?” said the latter, standing in the middle of the floor with folded arms and lips tightly shut.
“He is some visitor,” returned the cook with indifference.
Juliana laughed dryly, sat down, and greedily finished her soup.