"He is not at home."
"It is impossible; I have an appointment with him."
"He is not at home."
"You are mistaken."
"I am not mistaken at all," trying all the time to catch a glimpse of her face. "M. Bradamanti has gone out, certainly gone out—very certainly gone out—that is to say, except for a lady."
"Well! it is I! you annoy me; let me pass."
"Your name, madame? I shall soon know if it is the person M. Bradamanti told me to pass in. If you have not that name, you must step over my body before you shall enter."
"He told you my name?" cried the lady, with as much surprise as inquietude.
"Yes, madame."
"What imprudence!" murmured the lady; then, after a moment's pause, she added impatiently, in a low voice, as if she feared to be overheard, "Well! I am Lady d'Orbigny!"