en why did you not take the express?"

Jack fairly bounded in his seat.

"The express!" he ejaculated. "Great Scott, do you mean to say that we
are not on it!!!"

"Oh, no," said the guard, "you are upon the way-train that follows half
an hour later. The express arrives at two-forty; this train gets in
between seven and eight at night."

Nothing could bear deeper testimony to the state of Rosina's crushed
sensibilities than the way in which she received this bit of
information. While Jack swore violently she continued to look out of the
window with an indifference that was entirely genuine.

"To think that that other train must have been right there within a
hundred feet of us!" cried her cousin.

She did not turn an eyelash.

"By George, Rosina, I don't believe I ever was as mad as this in all my
life before!"

She sighed.

"I don't mind anything," she said sadly.

"You ought to mind getting to Zurich at eight o'clock instead of
half-past two; there's quite a little difference."

"I don't mind," she repeated.

"Well, I do," said Jack. After a pause of stormy thought he unclenched
his fist and said, "I bet I get even for this some day, but just at
present I think that I'll go to sleep again."

Which he did forthwith.

About noon they came to Lindau on the Bodensee. Rosina shivered and felt
sick, because Constance lay upon the further side. The train did not run
beyond Lindau and a change was necessary. The change revealed the fact
that there was a custom-house at that point. An unexpected custom-house
is one of the worst features of continental travel; but the officials
of Lindau were delightful, drew chalk circles on everything, and sent
every one upon their way rejoicing. Our party went around the little
station and were halted by a guard with the common greeting:

"_Wo fahren Sie hin?_"

"Zurich," Jack answered, hauling out his tickets.

"_Fahren Sie mit Bahn oder fahren Sie mit Schiff?_"

Jack looked nonplussed.

"Which are the tickets for?" he asked.

"Either."

He turned to where Rosina waited, her eyes gazing in the direction of
Constance.

"Oh, Rosina," he called out, "do you want to _fahr_ from here on _mit_
the _Bahn_ or the _Schiff_?"

"I don't care," she replied.

"What's the difference, anyhow?" he asked the man.

"With the boat you do not connect with the train on the other shore," he
was told.

"You don't, eh? Well, I'm very anxious to make that train upon the other
sho