A young custodian came, but did not open the gates.
“What does Your Grace demand?”
“Take my card to the Señora.”
“To what Señora?”
“To the one who lives here, I presume.”
“But her name?”
“I say that your mistress awaits me.”
The man bowed and made a deprecatory sign with his hands, then retired without opening the gates or taking the card.
Then André rang a second and third time. Anger had made him discourteous.