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Very well, then, you won't, my dear; that's all! He's behaving very basely to Agatha." "What's his flirtation with all the girls in the universe to do with my duty to him? He has a right to know what Stoller thinks. And as to his behaving badly toward Miss Triscoe, how has he done it? So far as you know, there is nothing whatever between them.
"Where did we hear of that place?" "Isn't it where Burnamy said Mr. Stoller had left his daughters at school?" "So it is! And is that on the way to the Rhine?" he asked the Bavarian. "No, no! Wurzburg is on the Main, about five hours from Ansbach. And it is a very interesting place. It is where the good wine comes from."
Still it was amusing, and they were patient of Burnamy's delay till he could get a morning off from Stoller and go with them to the Posthof. He met Mrs. March in the reading-room, where March was to join them on his way from the springs with his bag of bread.
"Don't be a jingo," said her husband. Though Stoller had formally discharged Burnamy from duty for the day, he was not so full of resources in himself, and he had not so general an acquaintance in the hotel but he was glad to have the young fellow make up to him in the reading-room, that night.
"Oh, that's all right," said Stoller, putting his toothpick back, and his hat on. "We'd got through for the day; my doctor won't let me work all I want to, here. Your husband's going to take the cure, they tell me. Well, he wants to go to a good doctor, first. You can't go and drink these waters hit or miss. I found that out before I came." "Oh, no!" said Mrs.
At the restaurant, where the proprietor obsequiously met the party on the threshold and bowed them into a pretty inner room, with a table set for their supper, Stoller had gained courage to play the host openly. He appointed General Triscoe to the chief seat; he would have put his daughter next to him, if the girl had not insisted upon Mrs.
He was handing back the folded newspaper to Stoller, and saying, with a queer look at him over his glasses, "I should like to see what your contemporaries have to say to all that." "Well, sir," Stoller returned, "maybe I'll have the chance to show you. They got my instructions over there to send everything to me." Burnamy and Miss Triscoe gave little heed to the landscape as landscape.
Otterson, Mr. March. Well, had your first glass, yet, Jenny? I'm just going for my second tumbler." He took his wife back to the spring, and began to tell her about Stoller; she made no sign of caring for him; and March felt inculpated.
And I regard his refusal to do wrong when Stoller wanted him to as quite wiping out the first offence." "Well, my dear, you have burnt your ships behind you. My only hope is that when we leave here tomorrow, her pessimistic papa's poison will neutralize yours somehow."
Stoller said, "I think we ought to make it so rough for them, over here, that they will come to America and set up, if they can't stand the duties." "Oh, we ought to make it rough for them anyway," March consented. If Stoller felt his irony, he did not know what to answer.
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