“Yes. But—these are all imported, I suppose?”
“All imported, such as I have shown to my Lady.”
“I presume no broideress is to be found in England, who can do such work as this?” said the Countess in a regretful tone.
“Did my Lady wish to find one?”
“I wished to have a scarf in my possession copied, with a few variations which I would order. But I fear it cannot be done—it would be almost necessary that I should see the broideress myself, to avoid mistakes; and I would fain, if it were possible, have had the work done under my own eye.”
“That might be done, perhaps. It would be costly.”
“Oh, I should not care for the cost. I want the scarf for a gift; and it is nothing to me whether I pay ten silver pennies or a hundred.”
“Would my Lady suffer her servant to see the scarf she wishes to have imitated?”
“Fetch it, Levina,” said the Countess; “thou knowest which I mean.”
Levina brought it, and the pedlar gave it very careful inspection.