passed by me, nor did I count the number of the boxes. Seven boxes,
all alike, are very many; and then they were followed by three other
men with the inferior articles,--Mr. Greene's portmanteau, the
carpetbag, &e., &c. At the tail of the line, I found Mr. Greene, and
behind him Sophonisba. "All your fatigues will be over now," I said
to the gentleman, thinking it well not to be too particular in my
attentions to his daughter. He was panting beneath a terrible great-
coat, having forgotten that the shores of an Italian lake are not so
cold as the summits of the Alps, and did not answer me. "I'm sure I
hope so," said Sophonisba. "And I shall advise papa not to go any
farther unless he can persuade Mrs. Greene to send her jewels home."
"Sophy, my dear," he said, "for Heaven's sake let us have a little
peace since we are here." From all which I gathered that Mr. Green
had not been fortunate in his second matrimonial adventure. We then
made our way slowly up to the hotel, having been altogether distanced
by the porters, and when we reached the house we found that the
different packages were already being carried away through the house,
some this way and some that. Mrs. Green, the meanwhile, was talking
loudly at the door of her own sitting-room.

"Mr. Greene," she said, as soon as she saw her heavily oppressed
spouse,--for the noonday sun was up,--"Mr. Greene, where are you?"

"Here, my dear," and Mr. Greene threw himself panting into the corner
of a sofa.

"A little seltzer water and brandy," I suggested. Mr. Greene's inmost
heart leaped at the hint, and nothing that his remonstrant wife could
say would induce him to move, until he had enjoyed the delicious
draught. In the mean time the box with the hole in the canvas had