"You see he’s not with me. He’ll wait——" Rischenheim broke off, and asked angrily, "What business is it of yours, girl? Get out of the way!"

She moved aside now, making him no answer. He rushed past; she looked after him with a smile of triumph. Then she fell again to her sweeping. The King had bidden her to be ready at eleven. It was half-past ten. Soon the King would have need of her.