Genoa, she wanted to stay in Germany; and everything which the train
passed appeared to be returning towards Munich with all possible speed,
while she, she alone, was being borne swiftly away from all--all--all.

"Leaving for home," she reflected. "I'm not _leaving_ at all; I'm simply
being wrenched away! Talk about turning one's face towards America! I'm
not turning my face; I'm having my neck wrung in that direction!" and
the tears rolled heavily down her cheeks.

Ottillie unfastened one of the small valises and handed her mistress a
fresh pocket-handkerchief, an attention which was most welcome just at
that juncture.

About ten o'clock Jack opened his eyes and yawned vigorously twice or
thrice. Then he got up on his elbow.

"You _are_ a pretty sight!" he said, after a lengthy contemplation of
her woe; "you look like--like--well, you look pretty bad, and you
haven't a soul to blame for it all but yourself."

She made no reply.

"There's Von Ibn gone north, declaring that his future is completely
ruined, and you sit crying like a baby because you must leave him, and
yet you won't marry him. If he was some worthless scoundrel that
couldn't be thought of, you know very well that all we might try to say
or do wouldn't keep you from him for three minutes; but just because he
is so eminently all right you see a necessity for cooking up a sort of
tragedy out of nothing, and making him crazy, and yourself about as
bad."

"Have you heard from him?" she asked coldly.

"I know that he left Munich yesterday early. He must have been awfully
cut up to have been willing to undertake a trip at that hour. He hates
to get up early--"

"That's no crime."

"Who said it was? So far from being a crime, it ought to have been
another bond of congeniality between you two."

"Do you know where he went?"

"If he was a man at home he'd take to drink and go to the devil, but
being a fellow over here I suppose that he'll just go up the Zug-spitz
and down the Matterhorn, and up Mont Blanc and down the Dent du Midi,
until he considers himself whole again."

She choked and said no more.

The train guard came through soon after and put the usual question:

"_Wo fahren Sie hin?_"

"Zurich," said Jack, as he produced their tickets; "about what time do
we get there?"

"Are you going straight through?" the guard inquired as he punched a
page in each little book and restored the library to their rightful
possessor.

"Yes."

"Th