"P. S.--Monday," he added. "It is finer to-day, and I have had some
exercise. The view isn't bad now the mist has gone. I shall do some
climbing, I think. Take care of yourself, dear girl. Good-bye.
"Love from
"PAUL."
It was with a feeling of excitement that he entered the restaurant for
_dejeuner_. Would she be there? How would she seem in daylight?
But the little table where she had sat the night before was
unoccupied. There were the usual cloth and glass and silver, but no
preparations for any specially expected guest upon it. Paul felt
annoyed with himself because his heart sank. Had she gone? Or did she
only dine in public? Perhaps she lunched in the sitting-room beyond
the terrace, where he had seen her eyes the night before.
The food was really very good, and the sun shone, and Paul was young
and hungry, so presently he forgot about the lady and enjoyed his
meal.
The appearance of the Buergenstock across the lake attracted him, as
afterwards he smoked another cigar under the trees. He would hire an
electric launch and go there and explore the paths. If only Pike were
with him--or--Isabella!
This idea he put into execution.
What a thing was a funicular railway. How steep and unpleasant, but
how quaint the tree-tops looked when one was up among them.
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