consternation at being left high and dry so unexpectedly.
"Zurich."
"Oh, then that wasn't your train anyway; that train went to Rorshack.
You take the Zurichbahn at half-past three."
There was three-quarters of an hour to wait.
"Do you suppose that there is anything worth seeing in Bregenz?" the man
of the party suggested.
"I don't want to see it if there is," his cousin replied.
"Well, I do want to see it, even if there isn't," he answered; "you and
Ottillie can go into the waiting-room and I'll be back in half an hour."
So he went off whistling, his ulster floating serenely around him.
Rosina established herself in a boarded-off angle which under existing
circumstances was dignified by the title of "Warte-Saal," and every nail
that was driven into the new Gare of Bregenz pierced her aching heart
and echoed in her aching head.
After the lapse of half an hour Jack turned up again, having thoroughly
exhausted Bregenz and purchased a new cane most ingeniously carved with
bears' heads and paws interlaced.
He was not overpleased to be informed that the Zurichbahn was late, and
that there was no probability of their leaving the dominions of Francis
Joseph before four o'clock at the earliest.
"It's an awful shame the way this world is put on," he said, yawning and
walking up and down; "it would be Paradise to Von Ibn to have the right
to cart you and your bags around, and it's h--l for me, and I've got it
to do notwithstanding."
"I never sent for you to take me home," Rosina said in an outraged tone.
"Oh, I wasn't blaming you," he declared amicably.
"Oh," she said coldly, "I thought that you were."
The Zurichbahn was very late, and did not put in an appearance until
half-past four. Then they went aboard with a tired feeling that would
have done credit to an arrival in Seattle from New York.
"Do we change again?" Rosina asked with latent sarcasm, when the guard
(a handsome guard, worthy to have been a first lieutenant at the very
least) came through to tear some pages out of their little books.
"_Wo fahren Sie hin?_" he asked, with a beaming smile.
"Zurich," Jack sung out, with renewed vigor.
The guard opened the door leading into the next compartment, and then,
when his exit was assured, he told them:
"Must in St. Margarethen change," and vanished.
"He knows the time for disappearing, evidently," Jack said; "I bet
somebody that felt as I do threw him out of the window when he said th
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