did want to see Buda-Pesth. J."

And nothing more!

"It's so like a man," she told herself without troubling to think just
what she did mean by the words. "Oh, dear! oh, _dear_!" and she turned
from the window and flung herself despairingly into one of the big red
velvet chairs, preparing to read or to cry as the fancy might seize her.

There came a light tap at the door and then it opened a very little.

"Oh, pardon me," cried a sweet, sweet voice, "I think you are perhaps
gone out!"

Then the door opened and the speaker showed herself. It was the daughter
of the house, an ideally blonde and bonny German girl. She came across
the room and her face shaded slightly as she asked:

"You have no bad news? no?"

"No," said Rosina, forcing a smile; "I'm only very cross."

"Cross? Why cross? You are but laughing at me. You are not really
cross."

Rosina was silent; her lip quivered slightly.

"Oh," said Fraulein quickly. "I am come that I may ask you a favor! The
parlor has a workman to make the window again; it is not good closed,
and the French lady wishes to call on you. May she come here?"

"Yes," Rosina said, "I shall be so very glad to have her come here, and
Ottillie can bring us some tea after a while."

She dried her eyes openly in preparation for the visit to be.

"You are lonely to-day," said Fraulein sympathetically. "I am glad that
your cousin did come."

"Yes," said Rosina, "but he went away so soon again."

Her eyes immediately refilled.

"You love each other so very much in America," said the German girl
gently; she stood still for a minute and then smiled suddenly. "I will
tell madame to come here," she added, and left the room.

Rosina went back to the window and her unseeing contemplation of the
outdoors. Presently some one knocked and she turned, crying:

"_Entrez!_"

The door opened, and instead of the French lady whose husband was
fleeing the revolution in Caraccas by bringing his family to Munich for
the winter, a man entered.

The man was tall and dark, with brown eyes and a black moustache, and
his eyes were oddly full of light and laughter.

She stood still staring for one short minute, and then suddenly
something swallowed up all the space between them, and her hand was fast
between his grasp, pressed hard against his lips, while the pleasure in
her eyes rose and fell against the joy of his own.

"_Vous me voyez revenu!_" he said.

"Where is Jack?" she asked; both s