A knock on the door saved Jane from answering this strange question. A grimace of displeasure flashed across Katerina's face. A pale girl entered, her eyes downcast to the floor.
Baron Bertrand has sent me to serve you, mademoiselle,” she said in a barely audible voice.
You walked for a long time, - Catherine said sharply, and turning to Jane, she, smiling charmingly, said:
It was nice to meet you. I'll see you at dinner, dear," and she headed for the door.
When the door closed behind Catherine de Gou, Jane looked at the girl carefully. Small in stature with brown hair hidden under a cap, the fragile pale figure of a girl was like a ghost in this gloomy castle.
Tell me, my dear, - Jane said, not taking her eyes off her. "Where's my chambermaid?" Why wasn't she sent to me, as your master said?
The girl glanced quickly at Jane, then lowered her eyes again, busy sorting through Jane's things.
Oh, mademoiselle. The owner gave her a very nice room on the half of the servants. She settles down there.
Half of the servants? Jane was outraged. Leave my things, my dear. And tell your master that I am not yet his wife. But only the bride. And although circumstances forced me to live in the groom's house before the wedding, I still wanted to observe at least some decency. My maid here, as at home, should live next to me, and not on the half of the servants. Go.
The girl darted her eyes back at Jane, curtsied, and left. Jane tried to figure out what flashed through that quick look: disapproval, relief, doubt? The girl obviously knew something or was afraid of something. It's a pity Jane gave in to an impulse and sent her out. The first thing to do was to ask her. But now it's too late - the maid is gone.
Jane propped up the door with the poker again and busied herself again with the ties of her cloak.
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