“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?”
“No.”
“Do you want any money?”
“I have sufficient. But the idea of leaving tomorrow has taken my breath away. I must have three days delay.”
“Why so?”
“I expect some letters the day after to-morrow, and I must write to my relations to tell them where I am going.”