But before he had finished Kesta was running down the street with all her might to the banker’s. At last she came to the banker’s big square house standing beside the bank, and on the steps was the banker himself in his shiny black clothes with gold rings on his hands.
“Here I am,” cried Kesta; “and let me in quickly, for I am out of breath with running.”
“Why have you hurried so?” cried the banker, and as he spoke the pages and the soldiers came round the corner, “and what is all this shouting for?”
“Nay, how should I know?” cried Kesta, running into the house.
But up came her pursuers, crying, “Away with her! down with her!”
“Who is it you are calling after?” asked the banker.
“That wench in the yellow dress who has gone into your house.”
“Why, what has she done?” he asked.
“Why, she thought herself good enough to marry the Duke and the General, and she is to be hooted out of the town for her impudence!”
“But didn’t the General want to marry her?” asked the banker.