we sail. Ach, how I long for Thursday!" His heart sank like
lead to the depths from which it had sprung. It required no
effort on his part to see that he was alone in his infatuation.
Thursday was more to her than his existence; she could forget him
and think of Thursday, and when she thought of Thursday, the
future, he was but a thing of the past, not even of the present.

"Have you always lived in Washington, Mr. Lorry?" asked Mrs.
Guggenslocker.

"All my life," he replied wishing at that moment that he was
homeless and free to choose for himself.

"You Americans live in one city and then in another," she said.
"Now, in our country generation after generation lives and dies
in one town. We are not migratory."

"Mr. Lorry has offended us by not knowing where Graustark is
located on the map," cried the young lady, and he could see the
flash of resentment in her eyes.

"Why, my dear sir, Graustark is in--"began Uncle Caspar, but she
checked him instantly.

"Uncle Caspar, you are not to tell him. I have recommended that
he study geography and discover us for himself. He should be
ashamed of his ignorance."

He was not ashamed, but he mentally vowed that before he was a
day older he would find Graustark on the map and would stock his