"I will come."
"Signora, my gratitude is unbounded!" He raised her hand to his lips, and retired with a low bow.
Faustina sprang to her feet, her eyes flashing fire.
"Stop, monsieur!" she cried.
The minister stood still.
"Where is Friedemann Bach?" demanded the lady.
The minister started visibly, but suppressed all sign of emotion. With a courtly smile he endeavored to evade reply.
"Where is Friedemann Bach?" still more angrily asked Faustina.
Something in her face warned the count not to trifle with her.