"Nothing, I imagine," replied Diogenes dryly, "for you would not remain there longer than is necessary. I am the bearer of written orders to that same gentleman in Rotterdam that he shall himself conduct you under suitable escort--of which I no doubt will still form an integral part--to his private residence, which I am told is situate outside the city and on the road to Delft." "A likely story indeed!" she rejoined vehemently, "I'll not believe it! Common theft and robbery are your purpose, nothing less, else you had not stolen my purse from me nor the jewels which I wore." "I had to take your purse and your jewels from you, mejuffrouw," he said with perfect equanimity, "else you might have used them for the purpose of slipping through my fingers. Wenches at wayside inns are easily amenable to bribes, so are the male servants at city hostelries. But your purse and the trinkets which you wore are safely stowed away in my wallet. I shall have the honour of returning them to you when we arrive in Rotterdam." "Of returning them to me," she said with a contemptuous laugh, "do knaves like you ever return stolen property?" "Seldom, I admit," he replied still with unruffled good-humour. "Nevertheless an exception hath often proved a rule. Your purse and trinkets are here," he added. And from his wallet he took out a small leather purse and some loose jewellery which he showed to her. "And," he added ere he once more replaced them in his wallet, "I will guard them most carefully until I can return them to you in Rotterdam, after which time 'twill be some one else's business to see that you do not slip through his fingers." "And you expect me to believe such a senseless tale," she rejoined contemptuously. "There are many things in this world and the next, mejuffrouw," he said lightly, "that are true though some of us believe them not." "Nay! but this I do believe on the evidence of mine own eyes--that you stole my money and my jewels and have no intention of returning them to me." "Your opinion of me, mejuffrouw, is already so low that it matters little surely if you think me a common thief as well." "My opinion of you, sir, is based upon your actions." "And these I own stand in formidable array against me." She bit her lip in vexation and her slender fingers began to beat a tattoo on the arm of her chair. This man's placidity and inveterate good-humour were getting on her nerves. It is hard when one means to wound, to find the surest arrows falling wide of the mark. But now she waited for a moment or two lest her irritation betrayed itself in the quiver of her voice; and it was only when she felt quite sure that it would sound as trenchant and hard as she intended that it should, that she said abruptly: "Who is paying you, sir, for this infamy?" "One apparently who can afford the luxury," he replied airily. "You will not tell me?" "Do you think, mejuffrouw, that I could?" "I may guess." "It should not be difficult," he assented.