And what was to be given in exchange for this nice sum of money?
Why, nothing at all, so to speak--a mere chimera, which is no good to anybody while they have it, and only becomes profitable when it is parted with--a woman's virtue.
* * * * * An hour later, the carriage stood before the door.
Master Boltay did not take his seat beside Mrs.Meyer, but went and sat by the coachman, and, taking the reins and the whip, galloped at full speed from the town, as if it were a question of some great mortal disaster which he wished to prevent.
When they reached the outskirts of the village, he dismounted from the waggon, and, with downcast eyes and much stammering, informed Mrs.Meyer that he had a little job to see to; he had to say a few words to a Jew--he meant a Greek.

Would she go on to the house?
He would go a quicker way among the gardens, and would be at home as soon as the waggon.
To tell a simple lie was almost more than the worthy man could manage.
No doubt it was the first time he had ever told a lie in his life, and only urgent necessity drove him to it now.

It was true, however, that he did want to get to the house through the gardens a little beforehand, in order to tell Teresa and Fanny of Mrs.Meyer's arrival, and beg them to treat her as kindly as possible, and not appear alarmed when they saw her.

At the same time, he told them the cause of Mrs.Meyer's flight, and all this he explained with such brevity that he had quite finished by the time the coach was heard rumbling along the road outside, and was already standing outside in the gate to receive his guest.
The two women were by this time in the passage.

Fanny had just come from the garden, and had taken off her straw hat, which might have impeded her mother's embraces.