"I see."
If Marishka had had any doubts as to the intentions of Captain Goritz, the Beg of Rataj had now removed them. How much or how little of what the girl revealed had been born of innocence or how much of design, Marishka could not know, but it hardly seemed possible that the child could be meshed so deeply in this intrigue. Marishka felt sure that Yeva had promised to deliver her note, because the situation amused and interested her, as did her visitor, and because of the pink garment Yeva was now so reluctantly laying aside.
Marishka took another garment from the valise, a dainty drapery of silk edged with fine lace, and held it up temptingly.
"Yeva," she said.
"Yes, Fräulein."
"This, too, is very beautiful, do you not think so?"
Yeva sighed wistfully.
"Yes. It is very beautiful."
"And would you care to have this too?"
"Would I——? Oh, Fräulein! I cannot believe——"