certainly less congenial than the lofty and eccentric
gentleman who had just taken his departure for Leipsic; but going out
alone with a maid is such an eminently proper occupation for a young
widow travelling abroad, that the knowledge that she was entirely above
suspicion should have compensated for any slight ennui which Rosina may
have suffered.

They first went a few blocks up and down the Bahnhofstrasse, and sent
the various packages which were the natural result of such a course of
action to the hotel; then came the Stadthaus Garten and the Alpen-Quai.

The Quai was as gay as the Quai in Lucerne, or as any other Promenade in
Switzerland at that hour and season. Rosina, tired with her shopping,
seated herself upon a bench and watched with interest the vast variety
and animation of the never-ending double rank which passed slowly along
before her. Beyond, the Zurichersee lay brilliantly blue beneath the
midsummer sun, and far away, upon the opposite shore, the Alps rose
upward, dark gray below, and shining white above.

There was a sudden exclamation, and out from among the crowd thronging
before her came that American whose steamer-chair had elbowed Rosina's
on the passage over. There was no manner of doubt as to his joy over
meeting his fellow-traveller again, and they first shook hands and then
sat down to re-tie their mutual recollections. The result was that
Ottillie returned alone to the hotel.

"And since Berlin?" Rosina asked, interestedly.

"Since Berlin--" said the man (and she noticed that his voice appeared
to be pitched quite two octaves higher than that other voice which had
lately dawned upon her ear), "oh, I've been lots of places since
then,--France and Germany and Italy, up to Innspruch and into Austria
and over to Buda-Pesth, and then to Salzburg and down through the Tyrol
here. I've never quit seeing new places since I finished my
business,--not once."

"Dear me, but you must have had a good time!"

"Yes, I have. But I've often wished myself back on the
'Kronprinz,'--haven't you?"

"No, I don't think that I have. The person that I saw the most of on the
'Kronprinz' has been with me ever since."

The American looked surprised, having supposed himself to be that very
person. Rosina laughed at his face.

"I mean my maid," she explained.

Then he laughed too.

"Did you ever smoke any more?"

"Oh, dear, no. Don't you remember how that one cigarette used me up?"

"You ought to have