not sure that I like him," she said, as soon as
he was out of hearing. "I don't know but he's coarse, after all. Do you
approve of his knowing so many people's 'taches' already?"

"Would it be any better later?" he asked in tern. "He seemed to find you
interested."

"It's very different with us; we're not young," she urged, only half
seriously.

Her husband laughed. "I see you want me to defend him. Oh, hello!" he
cried, and she saw Burnamy coming toward them with a young lady, who
was nodding to them from as far as she could see them. "This is the easy
kind of thing that makes you Blush for the author if you find it in a
novel."

XXX.

Mrs. March fairly took Miss Triscoe in her arms to kiss her. "Do you
know I felt it must be you, all the time! When did you come? Where is
your father? What hotel are you staying at?"

It appeared, while Miss Triscoe was shaking hands with March, that it
was last night, and her father was finishing his breakfast, and it was
one of the hotels on the hill. On the way back to her father it appeared
that he wished to consult March's doctor; not that there was anything
the matter.

The general himself was not much softened by the reunion with his
fellow-Americans; he confided to them that his coffee was poisonous; but
he seemed, standing up with the Paris-New York Chronicle folded in his
hand, to have drunk it all. Was March going off on his forenoon tramp?
He believed that was part of the treatment, which was probably all
humbug, though he thought of trying it, now he was there. He was told
the walks were fine; he looked at Burnamy as if he had been praising
them, and Burnamy said he had been wondering if March would not like to
try a mountain path back to his hotel; he said, not so sincerely, that
he thought Mrs. March would like it.

"I shall like your account of it," she answered. "But I'll walk back on
a level, if you please."

"Oh, yes," Miss Triscoe pleaded, "come with us!"

She played a little comedy of meaning to go back with her father so
gracefully that Mrs. March herself could scarcely have told just where
the girl's real purpose of going with Burnamy began to be evident, or
just how she managed to make General Triscoe beg to have the pleasure of
seeing Mrs. March back to her hotel.

March went with the young people across the meadow behind the Posthof
and up into the forest, which began at the base of the mountain. At
first they tried to keep him in the rang