How he was to be saved, she knew not, but then and there, on the pavement of the commonplace Munich street, she made her stand and faced the odds, as bravely as ever soldier faced the enemy's triumphant charge, though she was only a forlorn little Polish shell-maker, without much health or strength, and having very little understanding of the danger beyond that which was given to her by her love.
She fixed her eyes upon the Count's face as though she would have him obey her.
"I will help you, and make everything right," she said.

"But you must tell me what the trouble is." "But how can you help me, child ?" he asked, beginning to grow calmer under her clear gaze.

"It is such a very complicated case," he continued, falling back gradually into his own natural manner.

"You see, my friends have probably arrived by this train, and yet I cannot go home until I have set this other matter right with Fischelowitz.

It is true, I have left a word written for them on my table, and perhaps they are there now, waiting for me, and if I went home I could have the money at once.