“I haven’t his sword.”
“I will lend it you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Listen to me. You must go and live in another town. She will hardly go after you there, I suppose.”
“That is a very good plan, but flight is a difficult matter.”
“Difficult? Not at all. Do you promise to do what I tell you, and I will arrange everything quite comfortably. Your mistress will not know anything about it till she misses you at supper.”
“I will do whatever you tell me, and I shall never forget your kindness; but Brigida will go mad with grief.”
“Well my first order to you is not to give her grief a single thought. You have only to leave everything to me. Would you like to start to-morrow?”
“To-morrow?”
“Yes. Have you any debts?”