"Yes, she comes, sometimes," said his companion. "I wish she didn't. She is a bad woman. I hate her." "Why? and what is her '_servente_?'" "I hate her," said the girl; "her _servente_ is the Count--_Cavalière-servente_, you know"--and her face became quite hard and fierce--"he is the devil himself." The little schoolmaster's face became quite pale. "The devil!" he said, staring with his large blue eyes. "Oh! you foolish boy!" she said, laughing again, "I don't mean that devil. The Count is a much more real devil than he!" The boy looked so dreadfully shocked that she grew quite cheerful again. "What a strange boy you are!" she said, laughing. "Do you think he will come and take you away? I'll take care of you--come and sit on my lap;" and, sitting down, she spread out her lap for him with an inviting gesture. Mark rejected this attractive offer with disdain, and looked so unspeakably miserable and ready to cry that his companion took pity upon him. "Poor boy," she said, "you shan't be teased any more. Come with me, I will take you to the _Barotin_, and present you to the little serene Highnesses. They are nice children--for Highnesses; you will get on well with them." Taking the boy's unwilling hand, she led him through several rooms, lined with old marquetterie cabinets in the Italian fashion, till she found a page, to whom she delivered Mark, telling him to take him to the Baroness, into whose presence she herself did not appear anxious to intrude, that he might be presented to his future pupils. The page promised to obey, and, giving him a box on the ear to ensure attention, a familiarity which he took with the most cheerful and forgiving air, she left the room. The moment she was gone the page made a rush at Mark, and, seizing him round the waist, lifted him from the ground and ran with him through two or three rooms, till he reached a door, where he deposited him upon his feet. Then throwing open the door, he announced suddenly, "The Herr Tutor to the serene Highnesses!" and shut Mark into the room. His breath taken away by this atrocious attack upon his person and dignity, Mark saw before him a stately, but not unkindly-looking lady and two beautiful children, a boy and girl, of about eight and nine years of age. The lady rose, and, looking at Mark with some curiosity, as well she might, said: "Your serene Highnesses, this is the tutor whom the Prince, your father, has provided for you. You will no doubt profit greatly by his instructions." The little girl came forward at once, and gave Mark her hand, which, not knowing what to do with, he held for a moment and then dropped. "My papa has spoken of you," she said. "He has told me that you are very good." "I shall try to be good, Princess," said Mark, who by this time had recovered his breath. The little girl seemed very much insulted. She drew herself up and flushed all over her face.