e envelope. Then she tore it open and pulled out
the single folded sheet contained therein.

It was her bill, receipted, which Ottillie had let fall in the haste of
their early departure!

* * * * *

Madame la Princesse Russe having a migraine that afternoon, the two
friends had the pleasure of a tete-a-tete dinner at half-past six. They
sat by one of the great windows of what used to be the chapel of the
monastery, but is now the dining-room of the Inselhaus, and enjoyed the
sweet lake breeze, while their tongues ran delightfully. Rosina,
liberally refreshed by a long nap, and mightily reinforced as to her
pride by the last terrific blow of the letter, was in the best possible
spirits, and her gayety quite rivalled, if it did not surpass, that of
her companion.

As the waiter was removing the salad, a shadow fell suddenly athwart the
floor at their side, and Molly, looking quickly upward, beheld--the man!

He was in evening dress, calm, cool, and smiling, and neither the
surprised face of the one, nor the violent start of the other shook his
composure in the least.

"_Vous allez bien, mesdames?_" he asked politely, and then, speaking to
the waiter with authority:

"Lay another place here," he said, indicating the end of the small
table, "for I shall dine with you, _n'est-ce pas_?" he added, looking
straight at Rosina.

She appeared to have been stricken suddenly dumb, and was so evidently
incapable of speech that Molly came boldly to the front with the
un-original remark:

"When _did_ you come?"

"By Schaffhausen, that _train-rapide_ that does go so fast. I had been
more wise to have come this morning by the train as madame, for this
afternoon the tourists were very terrible--also the heat."

"Was it dusty?" she went on.

"I believe you well that it was. And you," he continued, turning to
Rosina, who sat helplessly staring at her plate, and was very pale
except for a crimson spot on either cheek, "had you a pleasant ride?"

"No, she hadn't," said her faithful friend; "she arrived all used up."

"You were made too tired, and do not feel well?" he asked, addressing
the scarlet cheeks again; "truly, you look much so. What has arrived in
Zurich to make you like that?"

He put the question in a tone the intensity of which forced her to lift
her eyes to his. Molly did not see the glance, for the infinitude of her
own experiences led her to find the moment favorable for gazing