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woman with whom Lady Brierley had lodgings a whole winter."

"Where do you expect to receive this address?"

"In Leipzig, I hope."

"Really, Dolly, you take a good deal upon you, considering how old you
are," said her mother. "Don't you think Mr. St. Leger knows best?"

"No, mother, not for you and me. Oh, _he_ can go to a hotel. He will,
of course."

However, this Mr. St. Leger did not desire. He was obliged to do it,
nevertheless. The letter was found at Leipzig, the lodgings were found
in Dresden, but not roomy enough to hold them all. Mrs. Copley and her
daughter and their attendant Rupert were very comfortably accommodated;
and to Dolly's great joy found themselves alone. Frau Wetterhahn was
all obligingness, hearing Lady Brierley's name, and made them right
welcome. This Frau Wetterhahn! She was the most lively, active,
capable, talkative, bright-eyed, good-humoured, free and easy little
woman that you can imagine. She was really capable, and cooked them a
nice supper. Dolly had unpacked a few things, and felt herself at home,
and the three sat down comfortably to their meal.

"Now, mother, dear," said Dolly, "this is pleasant!"

"Well," said Mrs. Copley, "I think it is. If you only hadn't sent
Lawrence away!"

"He couldn't stay, mother. Frau Wetterhahn sent him away--not I. Change
will be good for him. And for me too. I am going to make believe we are
at home for a little while. And you are going to see the Green vaults;
and I am going to see everything. And these rooms are so cosy!"

"Aren't you going to see the Green vaults too?"

"Indeed, I hope so. But we may have to wait a day or two, dear mother;
that will be good, and you can have a rest."

"I'm sure I'm glad of it," said Mrs. Copley. "I am just tired of
riding, and more tired yet of seeing everlasting new things. I am
aching for something I've seen before in my life."

"Well, here's a cup of coffee, mother."

Mrs. Copley tasted.

"If you think _that's_ like anything I used to have at home, I'm sorry
for you!" she said with a reproachful look.

"Don't you like it? I do. I like it because it is different. But I
think it is very good, mother. And look--here is some delicious bread."

"It's like no bread I ever saw till I came to Germany. Oh, mercy! why
must folks have so many ways? I wonder how things will be at Venice!"

"Stranger than ever, mother, I'm afraid."

"Then I shall get tired of it. Isn't this a very roundabout way that we