she wants to know who I am she's welcome," he said to himself; and
he got out of the chair, seized it by the back and, turning it
round, exhibited the superscription to the girl. She coloured
slightly, but smiled and read his name, while Vogelstein raised his
hat.

"I'm much obliged to you. That's all right," she remarked as if the
discovery had made her very happy.

It affected him indeed as all right that he should be Count Otto
Vogelstein; this appeared even rather a flippant mode of disposing
of the fact. By way of rejoinder he asked her if she desired of him
the surrender of his seat.

"I'm much obliged to you; of course not. I thought you had one of
our chairs, and I didn't like to ask you. It looks exactly like one
of ours; not so much now as when you sit in it. Please sit down
again. I don't want to trouble you. We've lost one of ours, and
I've been looking for it everywhere. They look so much alike; you
can't tell till you see the back. Of course I see there will be no
mistake about yours," the young lady went on with a smile of which
the serenity matched her other abundance. "But we've got such a
small name--you can scarcely see it," she added with the same
friendly intention. "Our name's just Day--you mightn't think it WAS
a name, might you? if we didn't make the most of it. If you see
that on anything, I'd be so obliged if you'd tell me. It isn't for
myself, it's for my mother; she's so dependent on her chair, and
that one I'm looking for pulls out so beautifully. Now that you sit
down again and hide the lower part it does look just like ours.
Well, it must be somewhere. You must excuse me; I wouldn't disturb