And you would marry her and be ridiculously happy. Then at the end of
three months you would say to her, 'You know that blissful day when I
begged you to be mine!'"

The young man had risen from the table, stretching his arms a little; he
walked to the window. "That is a description of a charming nature," he
said.

"Oh, yes, you have a charming nature; I regard that as our capital. If
I had not been convinced of that I should never have taken the risk of
bringing you to this dreadful country."

"This comical country, this delightful country!" exclaimed the young
man, and he broke into the most animated laughter.

"Is it those women scrambling into the omnibus?" asked his companion.
"What do you suppose is the attraction?"

"I suppose there is a very good-looking man inside," said the young man.

"In each of them? They come along in hundreds, and the men in this
country don't seem at all handsome. As for the women--I have never seen
so many at once since I left the convent."

"The women are very pretty," her brother declared, "and the whole affair
is very amusing. I must make a sketch of it." And he came back to the
table quickly, and picked up his utensils--a small sketching-board,
a sheet of paper, and three or four crayons. He took his place at the
window with these things, and stood there glancing out, plying his
pencil with an air of easy skill. While he worked he wore a