“Can I be of any immediate use?” asked the Baroness with unnecessary timidity.  “Do you need ready money?”

“Ready money?” echoed the Princess with alacrity.  “Of course I do!  I told you, Sassi says that two or three millions would be enough to go on with.”

“I did not mean that.  I am afraid—­”

“Oh!” ejaculated the Princess with a little disappointment.  “Nothing else would be of any use.  Of course I have money for any little thing I need.  There is my purse.  Do you mind looking?  I know I had two or three thousand francs the other day.  There must be something left.  Please count it.  I never can count right, you know.”

The Baroness took up the mauve morocco pocket-book to which the Princess pointed.  It had a clasp in which a pretty sapphire was set; she opened it and took out a few notes and silver coins, which she counted.

“There are fifty-seven francs,” she said.

“Is that all?” asked the Princess with supreme indifference.  “How very odd!”

“You can hardly leave Rome with so little,” observed the Baroness.  “Will you not allow me to lend you five hundred?  I happen to have a five hundred franc note in my purse, for I was going to pay a bill on my way home.”

“Thanks,” said the Princess.  “That will save me the trouble of sending for Sassi.  He always bores me dreadfully with his figures.  Thank you very much.”

“Not at all, dear friend,” the Baroness answered.  “It is a pleasure, I assure you.  But I had thought of asking if you would let Sabina come and stay with me for a little while, until your affairs are more settled.”

“Oh, would you do that?” asked the Princess with something like enthusiasm.  “I really do not know what to do with the girl.  Of course, I could take her to Poland and marry her there, but she is so peculiar, such a strange child, not at all like me.  It really would be immensely kind of you to take her, if your husband does not object.”

“He will be delighted.”

“Yes,” acquiesced the Princess calmly.  “You see,” she continued in a meditative tone, “if I sent her to stay with any of our cousins here, I am sure they would ask her all sorts of questions about our affairs, and she is so silly that she would blurt out everything she fancied she knew, whether it were true or not—­about my son and his wife, you know, and then, the money questions.  Poor Sabina! she has not a particle of tact!  It really would be good of you to take her.  I shall be so grateful.”

“I will bring my maid to pack her things,” suggested the Baroness.

“Yes.  If she could only help me to pack mine too!  Do you think she would?”

“Of course!”

“You are really the kindest person in the world,” said the Princess.  “I was quite in despair, when you came.  Just look at those things!”

She pointed to the chairs and sofas, covered with clothes and dresses.