“What will your salary be?”
“Fifty wretched crowns, enough to buy my dresses.”
“It’s very little.”
“It is as much as people give.”
“Where are you living now?”
“With a poor aunt, where I can scarce earn enough bread to keep me alive by sewing from morning till night.”
“If you liked to become my governess instead of becoming a children’s governess, I would give you fifty crowns, not per year, but per month.”
“Your governess? Governess to your family, you mean, I suppose?”
“I have no family; I am a bachelor, and I spend my time in travelling. I leave at five o’clock to-morrow morning for Dresden, and if you like to come with me there is a place for you in my carriage. I am staying at such an inn. Come there with your trunk, and we will start together.”
“You are joking; besides, I don’t know you.”