Vjera turned her head when she had reached the corner of the street, and saw that the Count had disappeared.

He had entered the Cafe, and had evidently accepted her assurance that she would bring the money without delay.

So far, at least, she had been successful.

Though by far the most difficult portion of the enterprise lay before her, she was convinced that if she could really produce the fifty marks, the approaching catastrophe of total madness would be averted.

Her determination was still so strong that she never doubted the possibility of performing her promise.