In a few moments the servant returned with a card, which he handed to Marietta. "The lady declared she knew the signora would receive her when she saw the card."
"Madame Cocceji," said Marietta.
Barbarina rose up hastily.
"Will you receive her?" asked Marietta.
"I will receive her."
And now a great change passed over Barbarina: all melancholy; all languor had disappeared; her eyes sparkled, her cheeks glowed with an engaging smile, as she advanced to greet the proud lady who stood upon the threshold.
"Ah, generous lady, how good you are!" said Barbarina, in a slightly mocking tone. "I have but just returned to Berlin, and you gladden my heart again by your visit, and grant me the distinction and privilege of receiving in my house one of the most eminent and virtuous ladies of Berlin."
Madame Cocceji threw a contemptuous glance upon the beautiful young woman who dared to look in her face with such smiling composure.
"I have not come, madame, to visit you, but to speak to you!"
"I do not see the distinction; we visit those with whom we wish to speak."