It is Rozina, and I am as pale as moonshine.

You might far better be called Rozina, for you have such beautiful rosy cheeks, and I should have been named Blanka.

I'll tell you, suppose we exchange names: you call me Blanka, and I'll call you Rozina." The suggestion seemed so funny to Blanka that she burst out laughing, and a woman who laughs is already more than half won over.
"Now, then," continued the other, "we can chat away to our heart's content.

There's no one to listen to us or play the spy--a good thing for you to know, Rozina, because all your servants are hired spies.

Your doorkeeper and his wife keep a regular journal of who comes in and who goes out, what visiting-cards are left, whom you receive, where you drive,--which they learn from your coachman,--whom you visit, and even with whom you exchange a passing word.