“What need of a promise?” replied the poor Baron. “You know very well that my wife does what she likes with me. I shall have to explain my conduct, and ask her pardon.”
Pippinstir departed. Delia left her hiding-place, and held out her hand to Florival.
“You have behaved well,” she said.
“That is more than the Baroness will say.”
“She deserves the lesson. It is your turn to go into the closet and listen; the Prince will be here directly.”
“I hear his footsteps.” And Florival was quickly concealed.
“Charming Countess!” said the prince on entering. “I come to know my fate.”
“What does your Highness mean?” said Delia, pretending not to understand him.
“How can you ask? Has not the Grand Duke spoken to you?”
“No, your Highness.”