This meeting produced a profound impression on me, and I saw her face in my dreams that night.  Had anything been wanting to complete, in my judgment, the plan of the situation in the castle, that something was now supplied.  The Jew had come there to get her for himself.  She hated him for his own sake; she hated him because she was faithful to Nino; she hated him because he perhaps knew of her secret love for my boy.  Poor maiden, shut up for days and weeks to come with a man she dreaded and scorned at once!  The sight of her recalled to me that I had in my pocket the letter Nino had sent me for her, weeks before, and which I had found no means of delivering since I had been in Fillettino.  Suddenly I was seized with a mad determination to deliver it at any cost.  The baron bowed me out of the gate, and I paused outside when the ponderous door had swung on its hinges and his footsteps were echoing back through the court.

I sat down on the parapet of the bridle-path, and with my knife cut some of the stitches that sewed my money between my two waistcoats.  I took out one of the bills of a hundred francs that were concealed within, I found the letter Nino had sent me for Hedwig, and I once more rang the bell.  The man who had admitted me came again, and looked at me in some astonishment.  But I gave him no time to question me.

“Here is a note for a hundred francs,” I said.  “Take it, and give this letter to the Signora Contessina.  If you bring me a written answer here to-morrow at this hour I will give you as much more.”  The man was dumfounded for a moment, after which he clutched the money and the letter greedily, and hid them in his coat.

“Your excellency shall be punctually obeyed,” he said, with a deep bow, and I went away.

It was recklessly extravagant of me to do this, but there was no other course.  A small bribe would have been worse than none at all.  If you can afford to pay largely it is better to bribe a servant than to trust a friend.  Your friend has nothing to gain by keeping your secret, whereas the servant hopes for more money in the future, and the prospect of profit makes him as silent as the grave.

I would certainly not have acted as I did had I not met Hedwig in the hall.  But the sight of her pale face and heavy eyes went to my heart, and I would have given the whole of my little fortune to bring some gladness to her, even though I might not see it.  The situation, too, was so novel and alarming that I felt obliged to act quickly, not knowing what evils delay might produce.

On the following morning I went up to the gateway again and rang the bell.  The same man appeared.  He slipped a note into my hand, and I slipped a bill into his.  But, to my surprise, he did not shut the door and retire.

“The signorina said your excellency should read the note, and I should accompany you,” he said; and I saw he had his hat in his hand as if ready to go.  I tore open the note.  It merely said that the servant was trustworthy, and would “instruct the Signor Grandi” how to act.