ure? Truly I only come in return for your kindness of
last night--when you send for me, you know. I think that I wish to
repay. But now, if we are quite friends, I must go very early to-morrow
in the morning."

"I am glad that you are going," she said quietly, "and you know why. And
I shall be glad when we meet again," she added in a lighter tone.

Then a long silence fell between them, while to their ears came the
famous symphony of a famous composer. When the music ceased he spoke
again.

"You will write to me?"

"I am not a letter writer."

"But you will send me a few lines sometimes?"

"Are you going to write me?"

"_Si vous voulez de mes nouvelles._"

"Yes, I do."

"I will tell you," he said, tossing his cigarette into the lake; "I will
send you a post-card, as I tell you before--you recall? yes."

"No," said Rosina, with decision, "I don't want post-cards; you can
write me in an envelope or not at all."

He looked at her thoughtfully.

"I have some very small paper," he said at last, "I can use that; I use
it to write my family on."

She almost laughed.

"That will be all right," she said, "and I will answer on my
correspondence-cards. They only hold half a dozen lines, and they have
my monogram on them and are really very pretty."

"You can write on the back too," he suggested.

"I shan't have any more to say than will go easily on the front,
though."

"And I shall see you next in August in Munich?"

"_Esperons!_" with a smile.

He stood up suddenly.

"Let us walk to the Garten," he suggested; "it is good to walk after
dinner a little."

She rose too, very willingly, and they went towards the bridge that
connects the Insel with the mainland.

"Did you love your husband?" he asked as they passed above the moat-like
stream.

"Tremendously."

"For long?"

"Until after we were married."

He halted short at that.

"It was too bad to stop just then."

Rosina felt that there were safer places to pause than there on the
railroad tracks, and went on to the other side.

"It was too bad to stop at all," she said, when he came too.

"_Assurement._"

They walked along the bank and came into the Stadtgarten, full of people
laughing and talking with the liveliness that is so pleasant to see and
so difficult, apparently, to import, unless it be in the steerage.
Perhaps it is the Custom House which takes all the gayety out of the
First and Second Classes before they can get ashore in A