have thought, 'What may he think?'"

"Oh," she exclaimed, distressedly, "I altogether forgot him! What do you
suppose he did think?"

Von Ibn shrugged his shoulders.

"_Rien du tout_," he said easily; "he has think most probably that you
have lost something from you--a pin or a button, you know. When a woman
runs so, that is what every one knows."

"Do they?"

"_Naturlich!_ I always know."

"Oh!"

He finished his dinner in short order and then looked a smiling inquiry
into her eyes.

"We shall go now on to the terrace for the coffee; yes?" he asked as he
rose, and she rose too and went with him to where their little table was
spread among the dusk and the roses. The band in the Stadtgarten was
playing delightfully, and its sweetness came across water and park to
search out their very souls. The Bodensee spread all beyond in a gray
peace that seemed to bid the very leaves upon the trees to slumber. The
steamers were coming to their harbor rest in answer to the flaming
summons flung them by the searchlight at the head of the pier. They
glided in in slow procession, shivered at anchor, and submitted to the
lulling of the lake's night breath.

Von Ibn rested his elbow on the table and his chin upon his hand. He
looked dreamily out across the water for a long time before saying:

"You pardon my impoliteness then of last night? I am not come to trouble
you here, only to ask that, and something else, and then I go again at
once."

"Yes, I will pardon you," said Rosina gently. She too was looking
thoughtfully out into the twilight on the water. "Only don't do so
again."

"It is that that I would ask," he went on, looking always at the lake,
never at her; "that is what I would beg of you. Let us promise
sincerely--let us take a vow never to be angry again. I have suffer
enough last night both with my own anger and from yours. I will believe
what you may tell me. And let us never be angry so again."

"It is you who are so unreasonable," she began.

"No," he interrupted quickly, "not unreasonable. _Jamais je ne me fache
sans raison!_"

"Yes, you do too. Just think of last night, you were twice angry for
nothing at all. It was terrible!"

He stared afar and seemed to reflect doubly.

"He was _bete_, that man," he said at last.

"He wasn't either. He was very nice; I don't know how I should have
gotten along coming over if I had not had him on the steamer to amuse
me."

"You could have done very well with