think of nothing on
board ship. Mother, dear, now we are here, which way shall we go?"

"I don't know anything about ways," said Mrs. Copley. "Not here in this
strange country."

"Then put it another way," said Lawrence. "Where do you want to go?"

"Why, to Venice," said Mrs. Copley, looking at him.

"Of course; but you want to see something by the way?"

"I left all that to Mr. Copley," said she, half whimpering. "When do
you think he will come, Mr. St. Leger? I depended on my husband."

"He will come soon," said Lawrence. "But I would not recommend staying
in Rotterdam to wait for him. What do you say to our asking him to meet
us in Wiesbaden? To be sure, the season is over."

"Wiesbaden?" said Mrs. Copley.

"Wiesbaden?" cried Dolly. "Oh no, Mr. St. Leger! Not there, nor in any
such place!"

"The season is over, Miss Dolly."

"I don't want to go to Wiesbaden. Mother, you wanted to see
something--what was it?"

"Waterloo"---- Mrs. Copley began.

"That would take us out of the way of everything--down into
Belgium--and you would not see anything when you got there, Mrs.
Copley. Only some fields; there is nothing left of the battle."

"But if I saw the fields, I could imagine the battle," said Mrs. Copley.

"Could you? Let us imagine something pleasanter. You don't want to go
up the Rhine?"

"I don't want to go anywhere in a boat, Mr. St. Leger. I am going to
keep on land, now I've got there. But I was thinking.--Somebody told me
of some wonderful painted glass, somewhere near Rotterdam, and told me
not to miss seeing it. Where is it?"

"I know," said Dolly; "the place was Gonda; in the cathedral. But where
is Gonda?"

"Nine miles off," said Rupert.

"Then that's where I want to go," said Mrs. Copley. "I have heard all
my life of painted glass; now I should like to see what it amounts to."

"Perhaps that would take us out of our way too, mother."

"I thought we just said we had no way settled," said Mrs. Copley in an
irritated tone. "What's the use of being here, if we can't see anything
now we are here? Nine miles isn't much, anyhow."

"We will go there, dear," said Dolly. "We can go so far and come back
to this place, if necessary."

"And there is another thing I want to see, now we are here," Mrs.
Copley went on. "I want to go to Dresden."

"Dresden!" cried St. Leger. "What's at Dresden?"

"A great many things, I suppose; but what I want to see is the Green
vaults and the picture gallery.