Unless I completely misinterpreted the mute language of her lips, she had not the faintest belief in the fulfillment of Mr.Engelman's prediction.

Whatever reason she might have for remaining in Frankfort, after the definite rejection of her too-confident appeal to Mr.Keller's sympathies, was thus far undoubtedly a reason known only to herself.

That very night, after we had left her, an incident occurred which suggested that she had some motive for ingratiating herself with one of the servants in Mr.Keller's house.
Our domestic establishment indoors consisted of the sour-tempered old housekeeper (who was perfectly unapproachable); of a little kitchen-maid (too unimportant a person to be worth conciliating); and of the footman Joseph, who performed the usual duties of waiting on us at table, and answering the door.

This last was a foolish young man, excessively vain of his personal appearance--but a passably good servant, making allowance for these defects.
Having occasion to ring for Joseph, to do me some little service, I noticed that the loose ends of his necktie were connected by a smart new pin, presenting a circle of malachite set in silver.
"Have you had a present lately," I asked, "or are you extravagant enough to spend your money on buying jewelry ?" Joseph simpered in undisguised satisfaction with himself.

"It's a present, sir, from Madame Fontaine.