The baroness looked at the man for a moment with a peculiar smile.
"Then if I were to listen to you favorably, you would let me flog you?" she said after a pause.
"With pleasure."
"Very well," she replied quickly. "You will let me give you twenty-five cuts with a whip, and I will be yours after the twenty-fifth blow."
"Are you in earnest?"
"Fully."
The man from the Ghetto took her hand, and pressed it ardently to his lips.
"When may I come?"
"To-morrow evening at eight o'clock."
"And I may bring the sable cloak and the whip with me?"