'Illustrious lady, I am.'
She listened simply to the response without giving heed to the prodigality of gesture. The necessity for flight now that Milan was announced as lying quiet, had become her sole thought. Angelo was standing by the carriage.
'What man is this?' said Herr Johannes, frowning.
'He is my servant,' said Vittoria.
'My dear good lady, you told me your servant was a maid. This will never do. We can't have him.'
'Excuse me, signore, I never travel without him.'
'Travel! This is not a case of travelling, but running; and when you run, if you are in earnest about it, you must fling away your baggage and arms.'
Herr Johannes tossed out his moustache to right and left, and stamped his foot. He insisted that the man should be left behind.
'Off, sir! back to Milan, or elsewhere,' he cried.
'Beppo, mount on the box,' said Vittoria.