Chapter 12: VII

VII The old woman pushed back her shawl and raised her wrinkled soft face without much expression to say: “The child has been calling for you for the last hour or more.” Helion de Montevesso walked all the length of the anteroom and back again; then stood over the old woman as before. “You know what she is,” she began directly the Count had stopped. “She won’t give us any rest. When she was little one could always give her a beating but now there is no doing anything with her. You ha…