“Yes.”
“Her lover was in the house at the time, and you were there too?”
“Yes.”
“You were at the theatre the night before and everyone noticed that he paid you great attention?”
“He? Oh,” cried Olive, “how horrible, and how clever!”
The hard grey eyes met hers for a moment.
The girl’s pale face was flushed now with shame and anger. “So clever! Will you congratulate the Prince for me, Marchesa?” she said very distinctly.
“You are impertinent. Of course, I cannot keep you. My daughter—”
The Marchesa saw her mistake as she made it and would have passed on, but Olive was too quick for her. She smiled. “Your daughter! I do not think I can have harmed her.”
“You can take your money; I have left it there for you on the bureau. Please pack your boxes and be off as soon as possible.”