“I had hoped you might stay over for a few days.”

“It is urgent business that compels us to leave so hastily, Mr. Lorry.  Of all the cities in the world, I have most desired to see the capital of your country.  Perhaps I may return some day.  But do not let us detain you, if you are in a hurry.”

He started, looked guilty, stammered something about baggage, said he would return in a moment, and rushed aimlessly away, his ears fiery.

“I’m all kinds of a fool,” he muttered, as he raced around the baggage-room and then back to where he had left the two ladies.  Mr. Guggenslocker had joined them and they were preparing to depart.  Miss Guggenslocker’s face expressed pleasure at seeing him.

“We thought you would never return, so long were you gone,” she cried, gaily.  He had been gone just two minutes by the watch!  The old gentleman greeted him warmly, and Lorry asked them to what hotel they were going.  On being informed that they expected to spend the day at the Ebbitt, he volunteered to accompany them, saying that he intended to breakfast there.  Quicker than a flash a glance, unfathomable as it was brief, passed between the three, not quickly enough, however, to escape his keen, watchful eyes, on the alert since the beginning of his acquaintance with them, in conjunction with his ears, to catch something that might satisfy, in a measure, his burning curiosity.  What was the meaning of that glance?  It half angered him, for in it he thought he could distinguish annoyance, apprehension, dismay or something equally disquieting.  Before he could stiffen his long frame and give vent to the dignified reconsideration that flew to his mind, the young lady dispelled all pain and displeasure, sending him into raptures, by saying: 

“How good of you!  We shall be so delighted to have you breakfast with us, Mr. Lorry, if it is convenient for you.  You can talk to us of your wonderful city.  Now, say that you will be good to us; stay your hunger and neglect your personal affairs long enough to give us these early morning hours.  I am sure we cannot trouble you much longer.”

He expostulated gallantly and delightedly, and then hurried forth to call a cab.  At eight o’clock he breakfasted with them, his infatuation growing deeper and stronger as he sat for the hour beneath the spell of those eyes, the glorious face, the sweet, imperial air that was a part of her, strange and unaffected.  As they were leaving the dining-room he asked her if she would not drive with him.

His ardent gallantry met with a surprising rebuke.  The conversation up to that moment had been bright and cheery, her face had been the constant reflector of his own good spirits, and he had every reason in the world to feel that his suggestion would be received with pleasure.  It was a shock to him, therefore, to see the friendly smile fade from her eyes and a disdainful gleam succeed it.  Her voice, a moment ago sweet and affable, changed its tone instantly to one so proud and arrogant that he could scarcely believe his ears.