"And her carriage was standing at the door?" he added, nodding.
"Seems to me you're very much interested in our visitors," said Elizabeth abruptly, drawing herself up a little.
The man laughed. "Why, yes, in these two. But I won't ask you much more. Only tell me one thing. Did you see this Mr. Schöninger come up to the door, and go away from it?"
"I saw him come up, I didn't see him go away," she said.
The truth was that Miss Elizabeth had admired this stranger exceedingly, but had not wished him to suspect it. So instead of frankly looking after him as he went out, she had turned away, with an air of immense indifference, then rushed to the window to look when she thought him at a safe distance.
"Then you didn't see him when he passed by the phaeton that stood at the step?" pursued the questioner.
She shook her head, and pursed her lip out impatiently.
"He had a shawl over his arm when he came. Did you notice whether he had it when you saw him going away?" was the next question.
"I don't know anything about it," she said shortly; but recollected even in speaking that she had said to herself as she watched the strange gentleman going, "How does he hold his shawl so that I can't see it?"
"Now, one more question, and I have done," the stranger said. His weak, shuffling manner had quite disappeared, and he was keen and business-like. "Was there anybody else about the house who saw this man?"