"It is worse to disobey the laws of Bosnia."
"But what can I do?" asked the girl, helplessly weaving her fingers to and fro.
"You need do nothing but go out to deliver my message. Then you shall appear to lock the door below, but the bolt shall not catch. That is all. When you are gone I shall follow into the street."
"And I shall not see you—and your lover through the dutap?"
"You shall see us there—yonder. I promise you."
"It is a terrible thing that you ask."
"Yeva!" Marishka held the silk garment up before the childish gaze of the girl. "Look, Yeva."
It was enough. With a cry, Yeva seized the garment in both hands and carried it to her lips, kissing it excitedly.
"And if I do what you ask—you will never tell?"
"Never."