"Who is that?" she called, in a strong firm voice.
"Us—I mean me," answered somebody, confusedly; and all three at once recognized Andy by the voice.
"Oh, it's you, is it? Come, be quick," called Madame Apafi, joyously, and pulled the evidently confused servant into the house. He stood twirling his cap, not knowing how to begin.
"Did you see him—speak with him?—is he well?" asked Madame Apafi, quickly.
"Yes, well," answered the boy, glad to find a starting point. "He sends you greetings and kisses, my noble lady."
"Why do you look around that way?—whom are the dogs barking at outside?"
"Perhaps at the black horse; they are so glad to see him again."
"Did you give the money to Murza?"
Instead of answering Andy began rummaging in the pocket of his fur coat, and as the opening of the pocket was very high and the bottom seemed very deep, he turned all colors while he was searching for the paper, and trembled as he handed it over to his mistress.
"Is there much left yet? What did Murza say?" asked Madame Apafi, in a tone almost trembling.