She hesitated.
“Give me my tea,” Domini said.
When she was drinking it she asked:
“Do you know at what time the train leaves Beni-Mora—the passenger train?”
“Yes, Mam’selle. There is only one in the day. It goes soon after twelve. Monsieur Helmuth told me.”
“Oh!”
“What gown will—?”
“Any gown—the white linen one I had on yesterday.”
“Yes, Mam’selle.”
“No, not that. Any other gown. Is it to be hot?”