"Yes, in my father's time."
"Ah, then, I used to lie on the door-mat or----" she paused.
"Or where?"
She still remained silent, and trembled.
"Where?" he asked again.
Her eyes moved shyly in the direction of the canopied bed.
"You know; ah, you know, Herr," she murmured. And then overwhelmed with shame she covered her face with her hands.
Yes, he knew. How could he forget it for a moment.
"Begone!" he cried, his voice shaking with anger and disgust, and he motioned her to the door.
Without a word she crept out, her head still bowed in her hands.