"I see, Herr," she said, and nodded.
"I shall expect you to tell me everything," he went on. "Do you hear?"
"The gnäd'ger Herr did not wish me to speak about it.... Not to any one."
"Did he say not to any one?"
"Yes."
He bit his lip. Why should he inquire further into the matter, when it was all as clear as daylight? This creature had been used as a tool because she was stupid, and bad enough to let herself be so used.
"How old were you at the time the French came?"
Again she cast down her eyes. "Fifteen, Herr."
Once more he felt softened towards her, but almost immediately dark suspicion stifled his pity.
"You were paid for your work?" he asked between his clenched teeth.