t,
I couldn't stay angry with him." She paused and knit her brows for a few
seconds over some recollection, and then she turned suddenly and laid
her face against the other's shoulder. "Molly, dear," she said softly,
"he had a way of smiling,--if you could only see it! Well!"

"Well!"

"I could forgive anything to that smile,--honestly."

Molly looked thoughtful.

"Saturday to Monday," she murmured apropos of nothing.

Rosina lifted her head and gave her a glance.

"I wish that _you_ might meet him," she said gravely.

"I wish that he was here in Zurich," her friend replied.

At that instant there sounded a tap on the door.

"_Herein!_" Rosina cried.

It was a waiter with a card upon a tray; Molly held out her hand for the
bit of pasteboard, glanced at it, and gave a start and a cry.

"Is anything the matter?" Rosina asked, reaching for the card. Her
friend gave it to her, and as her eyes fell upon the name she turned
first white and then red.

"It _can't_ be that he is here in Zurich!" she exclaimed.

"This is his card, anyway."

"Mercy on us!"

"Shall he come up here,--he had better, don't you think?"

"I don't know," she gasped. "I'm too surprised to think! The idea of his
coming here this afternoon! Why, I never thought of such a thing. He
said good-bye _forever_ last night. I--"

"Show monsieur to the room," Molly said to the man, cutting Rosina short
in the full tide of her astonishment.

"Of course you must see him," she said, as the door closed, "and, not
being entirely devoid of curiosity, I can't help feeling awfully glad to
think that now I shall see him too."

She quitted the divan as she spoke and went to the mirror over the
mantelpiece. There was something in the action that suddenly recalled
Rosina to her senses, and she sprang to her feet and disappeared into
the sleeping-room beyond, returning in two or three minutes bearing
evidence of Ottillie's deft touch. She found Molly still before the
mirror, and as her own reflection appeared over her friend's shoulder
the other nodded and laughed.

"You seem to have made a deep impression," she said gayly.

"I can't understand it all," Rosina began; "he made _such_ a fuss over
his good-bye last night and--and--well, really, I never dreamed of his
doing such a thing as to come here."

"I'm heartily glad that he's come, because now I shall meet him, and
I've heard--"

She was interrupted by a slight tap at the door, and before either