Rosina continued. "We never had
anything to make up. And making up is so delicious. Oh, me!" she sighed,
and her eyes filled with tears again.

"Never mind," said Molly, consolingly, "you'll soon be making it up this
time."

"Don't you think," said Rosina, slowly, "that he ought to have sent some
sort of an apology last night; it could have been put under the door, no
matter how late it was, you know?"

"He isn't that sort of a man, I fancy."

"But his behavior was so unpardonable!"

"Yes, but he doesn't see that."

"Then I don't care if I never do meet him again," Rosina exclaimed
passionately, and the next instant she burst into tears. "He's so
interesting," she sobbed; "and his way of speaking is such an
everlasting joy to me; and he never means to marry; and I never mean to
marry; and I know that he really cared a great deal about me; and now
it's--all--all over!"

Molly leaned over and kissed her, drew a comforting arm around her
waist, and gave her an affectionate squeeze.

"Don't take it so awfully to heart, my dear," she whispered soothingly;
"we all have troubles of one kind, if not of another. Here's a long
letter come by the morning post from my dear gray-caped lieutenant, and
it's just full of the worst sort of desperation over our mutual affairs.
He knows that we can't possibly marry without a certain amount of money,
which we have neither of us got, and so there you are!"

"How much is it?" Rosina asked dully. She felt that she ought to try and
make an effort to interest herself in the lives of others, even if her
own had so completely crashed in.

"Oh, it's something awful in pounds, but in those Italian _lire_!--why,
it's not to be thought of for a moment. He thinks that he had best chuck
up the army and take me to America instead!"

"Oh, Molly, don't let him do that! We haven't any Italians in America
except organ-grinders and miners, and the Ambassador, of course!"

"I knew it wouldn't do," said the Irish girl. Then she shrugged her
shoulders and laughed.

"But then I never did intend to marry him, anyhow!"

They drove back to the hotel, and Rosina's eyes were fairly presentable
when the _Portier_ came out to receive them.

"There is a letter just come for madame," he said, as they entered the
Kreuzgang; "it is in the office; I will bring it at once."

"There!" Molly whispered, "do you see!"

Rosina trembled slightly as she held out her hand and saw the hotel
stamp of Zurich on th