ave of bodily misery carried with it for the moment all
other. The sun was shining again; and after breakfast they stood
together at one of the windows looking out upon the new world they had
come to. Their hotel faced the quay: they saw before them an extent of
water glittering in the sunshine, steamers waiting for their time of
sailing, small craft flying about in all directions, and activity,
bustle, and business filling every nook and corner of the scene.
Dolly's heart leaped up; the stir was very inspiriting; and how lovely
the sunshine was, and how pleasant the novelty! And then, to think that
she had but touched the shore of novelty; that all Central Europe was
behind her as she stood looking out on the quay!--Her father would
surely catch them up somewhere, and then all would go well. She was
silent, in the full joy of seeing.

"What's the next move?" said Lawrence. He did not care for Rotterdam
quay. He had been looking at Dolly, charmed with the delicate, fresh
picture she made. The line of frank pleasure on her lips, it was as
frank as a child's, and the eyes were as absorbed; and yet they were
grave, womanly eyes, he knew, not easy to cheat, with all their
simplicity. The mingling of qualities was delicious, and not to be
found elsewhere in all his sphere of experience. Even her little hands
were full of character, with a certain precision of action and calm of
repose which gave to all their movements a certain thorough-bred grace,
which Lawrence could recognise though he could not analyse. Then the
little head with its masses of wavy hair was so lovely, and the slim
figure so full of that same certainty of action and grace of rest which
he admired; there was nothing undecided about Dolly, and yet there was
nothing done by rule. That again was a combination he did not know
elsewhere. Her dress--he considered that too. It was the simplest of
travelling dresses, with nothing to mark it, or draw attention, or make
it unfit for its special use--in perfectly good taste. How did she
know? thought Lawrence; for he knew as well as I do that she had not
learned it of her mother. There was nothing marked about Mrs. Copley's
appearance; nevertheless she lacked that harmony of simple good taste
which was all over Dolly. Lawrence looked, until he saw that Rupert was
looking too; and then he thought it was time to break up the exercise.
"What is the next move?" he said.

"We have not settled that," said Dolly. "We could