"No doubt, no doubt," Rosing murmured soothingly. He waited, trying not to look too encouraging.
Paulina wrenched her eyes away from a cabinet filled with fans and china statuettes to ask rather timidly:
"Could you please teil me if it is possible to study dancing if you have no money at all?"
He answered evasively that it was very difficult indeed to do anything in the world unless you had at least a little money.
"Then," said Paulina, "whatever am I to do? You see, I have no money, not even a sou."
This did not in the least surprise Rosing. He asked her what had become of the juggler.
"Nurdo? Oh, I forgot to explain; you must think it very odd. I have left him."
Rosing said sadly: "I alone am to blame."
"Oh, no, indeed you're not," she told him. "It was nothing whatever to do with you, at least nothing to do with what you said to me last night."
This surprised him. "Then, why?"
He came back afterward and was very angry because you had been to see me in the wagon. He made a scene. Then he grew wilder and beat me, and tried to strangle me "
"But this is monstrous!"
"And then he threw me out of the wagon and threw all my clothes after me. So I slept in the straw with the horses. And this morning I came to you."
She told this story simply, and gave him an anxious smile when she had finished it. But he was stunned, and held his head in his hands. This was what came of interfering! Never, never again would he interferel
"Come with me. We will go straight to the circus and explain matters to your juggler. He shall take you back. More, he shall apologize!"