llowed it whole.

"I do hope that you will have a pleasant journey," she said cordially.

He was staring steadily at her.

"Shall we meet again?" he said at last.

"Very likely."

"And your address?"

"You have it."

"Ah, yes, truly."

Then he stood up.

"I go at one, and I have ordered to eat at twelve. I must therefore
leave you this shortly. You will make my adieux to your charming friend,
_n'est-ce pas_?"

"I am so glad that you came to Zurich and met her," she said, rising
also and lifting her eyes to his.

He was looking so indifferent that she felt for the instant both puzzled
and hurt, and was angry at herself for ever having blushed on his
account. Then she recollected the telegram from Leipsic and drew herself
up well.

"Is it only because that I have the pleasure to meet mademoiselle that
you are glad I come?" he asked, holding out his hand.

She nodded, smiling, but ignoring the hand.

"In Lucerne you gave me your hand in good-bye," he said presently.

She offered her fingers with a frankness unequalled.

"Good-bye," she said.

He kissed her rings.

"It is '_au revoir_,'" he replied, in an almost inaudible tone.

She wondered which was true, the indifferent look or the inaudible tone.

He took up his hat.

"_Pensez a moi quelquefois_," he said cheerfully, and departed.

When Molly was made acquainted with this piece of news her comment was
simplicity itself.

"How queer!" she said, folding a lace fichu into a tulle hat, for she
was packing fast and furiously.

"Of course I shall not go now; I shall stay here until Thursday and buy
silk stockings."

"Very commendable in you."

"I'm really too tired to go before Thursday. I've been around night and
day in Lucerne until I'm all worn out."

"Yes?" said Molly, ramming down shoes into the corners; "well you can
rest now, sure."

"You will engage rooms for me near yours for Thursday, won't you?"

"I will."

"I'll sleep and shop to-morrow, and come on that ten o'clock express
Thursday."

"'Tis settled," said Molly, slamming down the trunk-lid; "we'll be at
the Insel, and expect you day after to-morrow."

"What number do you wear?" Rosina asked, as she watched the trunk
locked.

"Where,--round my neck or my waist?"

"On your feet?"

"Two-and-a-half."

"Oh, what a fairy!"

Then they hurried down to lunch.

Chapter Eight

That afternoon Rosina took her maid and went for a walk. As a companion
Ottillie was