And he rubbed his hands in delight at the joke, when he thought of his chief's face; while the body of the dead old woman lay upstairs, and the servant was asleep close to it.
But Madame Caravan grew thoughtful, as if she were pre-occupied by something, which she did not care to mention, but at last she said:
"Your mother had given you her clock, had she not; the girl playing at cup and ball?"
He thought for a moment, and then replied:
"Yes, yes; she said to me (but it was a long time ago, when she first came here): 'I shall leave the clock to you, if you look after me well.'"
Madame Caravan was reassured, and regained her serenity, and said:
"Well, then, you must go and fetch it out of her room, for if we get your sister here, she will prevent us from having it."
He hesitated.
"Do you think so?..."
That made her angry.