at he would
step round to Pupp's and see if Stoller were still there. But on the
way he stepped up to Mrs. Adding's hotel on the hill, and he came back,
after an interval which he seemed not to have found long, to report
rather casually that Stoller had left Carlsbad the day before. By this
time the fact seemed not to concern Agatha herself very vitally.
He asked if the Marches had left any address with her, and she answered
that they had not. They were going to spend a few days in Nuremberg,
and then push on to Holland for Mr. March's after-cure. There was no
relevance in his question unless it intimated his belief that she was in
confidential correspondence with Mrs. March, and she met this by saying
that she was going to write her in care of their bankers; she asked
whether he wished to send any word.
"No. I understand," he intimated, "that there is nothing at all in the
nature of a--a--an understanding, then, with--"
"No, nothing."
"Hm!" The general waited a moment. Then he ventured, "Do you care to
say--do you wish me to know--how he took it?"
The tears came into the girl's eyes, but she governed herself to say,
"He--he was disappointed."
"He had no right to be disappointed."
It was a question, and she answered: "He thought he had. He said--that
he wouldn't--trouble me any more."
The general did not ask at once, "And you don't know where he is
now--you haven't heard anything from him since?"
Agatha flashed through her tears, "Papa!"
"Oh! I beg your pardon. I think you told me."
PG EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS:
Americans are hungrier for royalty than anybody else
Effort to get on common ground with an inferior
He buys my poverty and not my will
Honest selfishness
Intrepid fancy that they had confronted fate
Less intrusive than if he had not been there
Monologue to which the wives of absent-minded men resign
Only one of them was to be desperate at a time
Reconciliation with death which nature brings to life at last
Voting-cattle whom they bought and sold
We don't seem so much our own property
We get too much into the hands of other people
PART III.
XLVIII.
At the first station where the train stopped, a young German bowed
himself into the compartment with the Marches, and so visibly resisted
an impulse to smoke that March begged him to light his cigarette. In the
talk which this friendly overture led to between them he explained t
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