uld do would
be to go sideways. It seemed to me that I ought to get up and see into
this matter; but, while pondering the business, I fell asleep again.

I was very sleepy indeed when they routed us out at Herbesthal, to
examine our luggage for Germany. I had a vague idea that we were
travelling in Turkey, and had been stopped by brigands. When they told
me to open my bag, I said, "Never!" and remarked that I was an
Englishman, and that they had better be careful. I also told them that
they could dismiss any idea of ransom from their minds at once, unless
they were prepared to take I.O.U.'s, as it was against the principles of
our family to pay cash for anything--certainly not for relatives.

They took no notice of my warning, and caught hold of my Gladstone. I
resisted feebly, but was over-powered, and went to sleep again.

On awakening, I discovered myself in the buffet. I have no recollection
of going there. My instinct must have guided me there during my sleep.

I ordered my usual repast of coffee and rolls. (I must have been full of
coffee and rolls by this time.) I had got the idea into my head now that
I was in Norway, and so I ordered them in broken Scandinavian, a few
words of which I had picked up during a trip through the fiords last
summer.

Of course, the man did not understand; but I am accustomed to witnessing
the confusion of foreigners when addressed in their native tongue, and so
forgave him--especially as, the victuals being well within reach,
language was a matter of secondary importance.

I took two cups of coffee, as usual--one for B., and one for myself--and,
bringing them to the table, looked round for B. I could not see him
anywhere. What had become of him? I had not seen him, that I could
recollect, for hours. I did not know where I was, or what I was doing.
I had a hazy knowledge that B. and I had started off together--whether
yesterday or six months ago, I could not have said to save my life--with
the intention, if I was not mistaken, of going somewhere and seeing
something. We were now somewhere abroad--somewhere in Norway was my
idea; though why I had fixed on Norway is a mystery to me to this
day--and I had lost him!

How on earth were we ever to find each other again? A horrible picture
presented itself to my mind of our both wandering distractedly up and
down Europe, perhaps for years, vainly seeking each other. The touching
story of Evangeline recurred to me with