morrow to look up
their cousins.

"You are very impatient," said Eugenia.

"What can be more natural," he asked, "after seeing all those pretty
girls to-day? If one's cousins are of that pattern, the sooner one knows
them the better."

"Perhaps they are not," said Eugenia. "We ought to have brought some
letters--to some other people."

"The other people would not be our kinsfolk."

"Possibly they would be none the worse for that," the Baroness replied.

Her brother looked at her with his eyebrows lifted. "That was not what
you said when you first proposed to me that we should come out here and
fraternize with our relatives. You said that it was the prompting of
natural affection; and when I suggested some reasons against it you
declared that the voix du sang should go before everything."

"You remember all that?" asked the Baroness.

"Vividly! I was greatly moved by it."

She was walking up and down the room, as she had done in the morning;
she stopped in her walk and looked at her brother. She apparently was
going to say something, but she checked herself and resumed her walk.
Then, in a few moments, she said something different, which had the
effect of an explanation of the suppression of her earlier thought. "You
will never be anything but a child, dear brother."

"One would suppose that you, madam," answered Felix, laughing, "were a
thousand years old."

"I am--sometimes," said the Baroness.

"I will go, then, and announce to our cousins the arrival of a
personage so extraordinary. They will immediately come and pay you their
respects."

Eugenia paced the length of the room again, and then she stopped before
her brother, laying her hand upon his arm. "They are not to come and see
me," she said. "You are not to allow that. That is not the way I shall
meet them first." And in answer to his interrogative glance she went on.
"You will go and examine, and report. You will come back and tell me
who they are and what they are; their number, gender, their respective
ages--all about them. Be sure you observe everything; be ready to
describe to me the locality, the accessories--how shall I say it?--the
mise en scene. Then, at my own time, at my own hour, under circumstances
of my own choosing, I will go to them. I will present myself--I will
appear before them!" said the Baroness, this time phrasing her idea with
a certain frankness.

"And what message am I to take to them?" asked Felix, who had a lively
fa