"The little girl is yours?" he asked. The Baroness hesitated.
"No," she said. "She is not mine. She is the child of a friend of mine." Marushka wondered what good Aszszony Semeyer would say to hear herself spoken of as a friend of the Baroness, and, amused, she looked up at the Count with a beaming smile. He started a little and then stared at her fixedly, just as the Baroness with a hasty adieu bade the coachman drive on.
"Madame," he asked quickly, as the horses started. "Who is the friend whose child this is?" The Baroness looked back at him over her shoulder.
"That I cannot tell you now," she said. "This afternoon at your castle I will ask you to tell me!"
FOOTNOTE:
[13] Hungarian Magna Charta.