"Am I not beautiful in it, Fräulein?" she was asking as she twisted and turned, examining herself at every angle.
"Yes, Yeva," said Marishka quietly, "but it is not a garment in which one goes out upon the street."
"The street!" Yeva laughed deliciously. "I would make a sensation in Bosna-Seraj, I can tell you, attired only in this and a yashmak."
And then seeing the note lying upon the tabourette, she came running with little childish footsteps. "Ah, you have sealed it! And you are not going to let me see?"
"It is nothing, Yeva."
"But I thought——" peevishly.
"How can you be interested in my little affairs?"
"I hoped that he might come and I should see him through the dutap."
"Perhaps he may!" said Marishka with an inspiration. "Could you be trusted to keep this message a secret? To tell no one?"
"I have already promised——"