they said in France, for different positions, and he wondered
whether at Washington the President and ministers, whom he expected
to see--to HAVE to see--a good deal of, would be like that.

He was diverted from these speculations by the sight of Mr. and Mrs.
Day seated side by side upon a trunk and encompassed apparently by
the accumulations of their tour. Their faces expressed more
consciousness of surrounding objects than he had hitherto
recognised, and there was an air of placid expansion in the
mysterious couple which suggested that this consciousness was
agreeable. Mr. and Mrs. Day were, as they would have said, real
glad to get back. At a little distance, on the edge of the dock,
our observer remarked their son, who had found a place where,
between the sides of two big ships, he could see the ferry-boats
pass; the large pyramidal low-laden ferry-boats of American waters.
He stood there, patient and considering, with his small neat foot on
a coil of rope, his back to everything that had been disembarked,
his neck elongated in its polished cylinder, while the fragrance of
his big cigar mingled with the odour of the rotting piles, and his
little sister, beside him, hugged a huge post and tried to see how
far she could crane over the water without falling in. Vogelstein's
servant was off in search of an examiner; Count Otto himself had got
his things together and was waiting to be released, fully expecting
that for a person of his importance the ceremony would be brief.

Before it began he said a word to young Mr. Day, raising his hat at
the same time to the little girl, whom he had not yet greeted and
who dodged his salute by swinging herself boldly outward to the
dangerous side of the pier. She was indeed still unformed, but was
evidently as light as a feather.