declarations only said, "Well, I guess it's all right; I guess I'll
just pass you," distributing chalk-marks as if they had been so many
love-pats. The servant had done some superfluous unlocking and
unbuckling, and while he closed the pieces the officer stood there
wiping his forehead and conversing with Vogelstein. "First visit to
our country, sir?--quite alone--no ladies? Of course the ladies are
what we're most after." It was in this manner he expressed himself,
while the young diplomatist wondered what he was waiting for and
whether he ought to slip something into his palm. But this
representative of order left our friend only a moment in suspense;
he presently turned away with the remark quite paternally uttered,
that he hoped the Count would make quite a stay; upon which the
young man saw how wrong he should have been to offer a tip. It was
simply the American manner, which had a finish of its own after all.
Vogelstein's servant had secured a porter with a truck, and he was
about to leave the place when he saw Pandora Day dart out of the
crowd and address herself with much eagerness to the functionary who
had just liberated him. She had an open letter in her hand which
she gave him to read and over which he cast his eyes, thoughtfully
stroking his beard. Then she led him away to where her parents sat
on their luggage. Count Otto sent off his servant with the porter
and followed Pandora, to whom he really wished to address a word of
farewell. The last thing they had said to each other on the ship
was that they should meet again on shore. It seemed improbable
however that the meeting would occur anywhere but just here on the
dock; inasmuch as Pandora was decidedly not in society, where
Vogelstein would be of course, and as, if Utica--he had her sharp
little sister's word for it--was worse than what was about him
there, he'd be hanged if he'd go to Utica. He overtook Pandora
quickly; she was in the act of introducing the representative of