"If that's the case, then, I've too much hair. But you haven't guessed."
"Then come to-morrow, and, perhaps I'll be able to tell you."
"But you'll not ask anybody?"
She again stretched out her hand to him. As he kept squeezing and patting her hand:
"Shall I tell you?" he asked, with almost hungry eyes.
"And exact the penalty?"
Uros smiled faintly.
"Now, that is not fair; I gave you a whole day to think over it."
"Well, I'll wait till to-morrow; only——"
"Only, what?"