ing--to meet you again, but here! Imagine it, we were
under the impression it was a place one could stay at, and we brought
all our luggage and left our comfortable Binz for good. It is impossible
to be in that room. We were just considering what we could do, and
feeling really desperate. Brosy, is not this a charming surprise?'

Brosy smiled, and said it was very charming, and he wished it would
leave off raining. He supposed I was only driving through on my way
round?

'Yes,' I said, a thousand thoughts flying about in my head.

'Have you seen anything more of the Nieberleins?' asked Mrs.
Harvey-Browne, shutting her umbrella, and preparing to come inside the
porch too.

'My cousin left that evening, as you know,' I said.

'Yes; I could not help wondering----' began Mrs. Harvey-Browne; but was
interrupted by her son, who asked where I was going to sleep that night.

'I think at Wiek,' I answered.

'Isn't Wiek a little place on the----' began Brosy; but was interrupted
by his mother, who asked if the Professor had followed his wife.

'Yes,' I said.

'I confess I was surprised----' began Mrs. Harvey-Browne; but was
interrupted by her son, who asked whether I thought Lohme possessed an
hotel where one could stay.

'I should think so from the look of it as I passed through,' I said.

'Because----' began Brosy; but was interrupted by his mother, who asked
whether I had heard anything of the dear Professor since he left.
'Delightful genius,' she added enthusiastically.

'Yes,' I said.

'I suppose he and his wife will go back to Bonn now?'

'Soon, I hope.'

'Did you say he had gone to Berlin? Is he there now?'

'No, he isn't.'

'Have you seen him again?'

'Yes; he came back to Stubbenkammer.'

'Indeed? With his wife?'

'No; Charlotte was not with him.'

'Indeed?'

Never was a more expressive Indeed.

'My cousin changed her plans about Berlin,' I said hastily, disturbed by
this expressiveness, 'and came back too. But she didn't care for
Stubbenkammer. She is waiting for me--for us--at Wiek. She is waiting
there till I--till we come.'

'Oh really? And the Professor?'

'The Professor goes to Wiek, too, of course.'

Mrs. Harvey-Browne gazed at me a moment as though endeavouring to
arrange her thoughts. 'Do forgive me,' she said, 'for seeming stupid,
but I don't quite understand where the Professor is. He was at
Stubbenkammer, and he will be at Wiek; but where is he now?'

'In there,' I said, w