That gypsy girl!
The magistrate, in spite of his crestfallen dejection, felt an actual sense of pleasure at being rid of this cursed house and district.
Only when they were well on their dusty way along the highroad did he address his companion:
"Well, my dear old man, that fine lady was only a gypsy girl after all."
"Surely, my dear fellow."
"Then why did you not tell me?"
"Because you did not ask me."
"That is why you lay on your stomach and laughed, is it?"
"Naturally."
The magistrate heaved a deep sigh.