"Does the Governor intend to take us prisoners?"
"You imply it is necessary to do that—to keep you?" answered my lady.
"Then why—"
Her expression, as perplexed as theirs, answered.
"Beppo!" She waved her hand.
The Governor's servitor, who was passing, with an anxious, inquiring look upon his face, glanced around.
"Beppo!" she repeated, and beckoned again.
The man approached. "Your Ladyship wishes to speak with me?" he asked in a voice he endeavored to make unconcerned.
"I do." In her manner the old antipathy she had felt toward him as a child again became manifest. "What do the soldiers want? Why have they come down?"
His eyes shifted. "I—my Lady—" he stammered.