The vecchio coaxingly vowed and vowed again that he had come there only to offer her whatever she might need, and to beg her to let him stand the expenses of the boy’s education. He desired also to see the youngster a moment.
The baroness allowed herself to be won over; but she warned the chalky old fellow that the boy thought his parents had died.
“No, no. Don’t worry, Paquita,” exclaimed il vecchio.
The baroness rang the bell and asked the servant, in most nonchalant fashion:
“Is Sergio at home?”
“Yes, señora.”
“Ask him to come in.”
Manuel entered, in confusion.
“This gentleman wishes to see you,” said the lady.
“I’ve been told—I’ve been told that you are a very good student,” mumbled il vecchio.