at
once. And I have a first-class notion of getting down and taking the
next train straight back to Munich for the express purpose of murdering
that fellow that started us out this morning."

Rosina felt a deep satisfaction that none of his heat could be charged
up to her; _she_ had offered no advice as to this unlucky day. She sat
there silent, her eyes turned upon the last view of the Bodensee, and
after some varied and picturesque swearing her cousin laid down and went
to sleep again.

They arrived in St. Margarethen about half-past five, and night, a damp,
chill night, was falling fast. The instant that the train halted a guard
rushed in upon them.

"_Wo fahren Sie hin?_" he cried, breathlessly.

"Zurich, d---- you!" Jack howled. He was making too small a shawl-strap
meet around too large a rug for the fifth time that day, and the last
remnant of his patience had fled.

"Must be very quick; no time to lose," said the man and hurried away.

That he spoke a deep and underlying truth was evidenced by the mad rush
of passengers and porters which immediately ensued. They joined the
crowd and found themselves speedily flung in some shape into Zurichbahn
No. II., which moved out of the station at once.

Jack was too saturated with sleep to be able to try any more. He went
through to the smoker's compartment, and Rosina looked apathetically out
upon the Lake of Zurich and reflected her same reflections over again
and again. The moon, which had looked down upon the Isar rapids, rode
amidst masses of storm clouds above the dark sheet of water, and
illuminated with its fitful light the shadows that lay upon the bosom of
the waves. She felt how infinitely darker were the shadows within her
own bosom, and how vain it was to seek for any moon among her personal
clouds.

"It's a terrible thing to have been married," she thought bitterly.
"Before you've been married you're so ready to be married to any one,
and after you've been married you don't dare marry any one." Then she
took out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes. "Oh, dear," she sobbed,
"it doesn't seem as if I could possibly be more wretched with him than I
am without him!"

They reached Zurich in the neighborhood of nine o'clock. The end of a
trip always brings a certain sense of relief to the head of the party,
and Jack's spirits rose prodigiously as he got them all into a cab.

"We'll get something to eat that's good," he declared gayly, "and then
to-morrow