more.

Ottillie brought her wraps and adjusted her hat.

"Will madame take supper here?" she asked.

"_Je le pense, oui._"

The maid muffled a sigh; she would have made Von Ibn a conquering hero
indeed, if her heartfelt wishes could have given him the victory. And
apropos of this subject, it would be interesting, very interesting, to
know how many international marriages have been backed up by a French
_femme-de-chambre_ burning with impatience to return to her own
continent.

Rosina went to the salon and found her hero looking at a "Jugend" with a
bored expression. When he saw her he sprang to his feet and sought his
hat and umbrella forthwith.

Then they went down the three flights of stairs to the street, and found
it wet indeed.

"We cannot go on the Promenade," he said, after casting a comprehensive
glance about and afar. "I think we will go by the Hofgarten and walk
under the arcade there; there will it be dry, _n'est-ce pas_?"

"Yes, surely it will be dry there," she acquiesced. "It is always dry
under cover in Europe, because your rain is so quiet and well behaved;
it never comes with a terrible gale, whirling and twisting, and
drenching everything inside and outside, like our storms."

"Why do your storms be so?"

"We haven't found any way of teaching them better manners yet. They are
like our flies; our flies are the noisiest, most intrusive, most
impertinent creatures. You don't appreciate your timid, modest little
flies."

"I do not like flies."

"Yes," she laughed, "that is the whole story. You 'do not like flies,'
while we go crazy if there is one around, and have our houses screened
from cellar to garret."

"I do not find this subject very amusing," he said; "let us speak of
another thing."

Rosina glanced up at the prison-like facade which they were passing.

"I find the architecture of the Hoftheater terribly monotonous," she
said warmly. "Why do you not have a more diversified style of windows
where so many must be in a straight row?"

"Munich is not my city," he responded, shrugging his shoulder; "and if
you will to find fault with the way those windows go, you must wait to
meet the shade of Klenze in the after-world. He made it all in 1823."

"When I get among the Bavarian shades," she said thoughtfully, "I want
to meet King Louis more than any one else. I think that he is the most
interesting figure in all the history of the country."

"Perhaps he will be there as here, and