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The curtain rose upon another laurelled bust of the Emperor, with a chorus of men formed on either side, who broke into the grave and noble strains of the Austrian Hymn, while every one stood. Then the curtain fell again, and in the interval before the opera could begin, General Triscoe and his daughter came in. Mrs.
She let him lay her jacket on her shoulders before he left her, and then she sat down on one of the steps, which General Triscoe kept striking with the point of her umbrella as he stood before her. "I really shall have to take it from you if you do that any more," she said, laughing up in his face. "I'm serious." He stopped. "I wish I could believe you were serious, for a moment."
While the ladies were still talking eagerly together in proffer and acceptance of Mrs. March's lamentations that she should be going away just as Miss Triscoe was coming, he asked if the omnibus for their hotel was there. He by no means resented Burnamy's assurance that it was, and he did not refuse to let him order their baggage, little and large, loaded upon it. By the time this was done, Mrs.
"There is a girl writing on the paper now she's going to do the literary notices while I'm gone who came to Chicago from Ann Arbor, with no more chance than I had, and who's made her way single-handed from interviewing up." "Oh," said Miss Triscoe, with a distinct drop in her enthusiasm. "Is she nice?"
He jumped to his feet, and put out his hand to March, and then to Mrs. March. "Why, you're not going away now!" she cried, in a daze. "Yes, I am. I shall leave Carlsbad on the eleven-o'clock train. I don't think I shall see you again." He clung to her hand. "If you see General Triscoe I wish you'd tell them I couldn't that I had to that I was called away suddenly Good-by!"
The ladies began asking each other of their lives since their parting two days before, and the men strolled a few paces away toward the distant prospect of Leipsic, which at that point silhouettes itself in a noble stretch of roofs and spires and towers against the horizon. General Triscoe seemed no better satisfied with Germany than he had been on first stepping ashore at Cuxhaven.
"No," his wife corrected him, "what a man thinks she can." "I suppose," said Mr. Triscoe, unexpectedly, "that we're like the English in our habit of going off about a book like a train of powder." "If you'll say a row of bricks," March assented, "I'll agree with you. It's certainly Anglo-Saxon to fall over one another as we do, when we get going.
Though there are times when he is very much disgusted. Then he says that he is getting too old and we always quarrel about that to see things as they really are. He says that if the world had been going the way that people over fifty have always thought it was going, it would have gone to smash in the time of the anthropoidal apes." "Oh, yes: Darwin," said Miss Triscoe, vaguely.
The general seems to me, capable of letting even an enemy serve his turn. Why didn't you speak, if you didn't want to go?" "Why didn't you?" "I wanted to go." "And I knew it wouldn't do to let Miss Triscoe go alone; I could see that she wished to go." "Do you think Burnamy did?" "He seemed rather indifferent. And yet he must have realized that he would be with Miss Triscoe the whole afternoon."
The young people got through the meal with no talk that seemed inductive; Burnamy left the table first, and Miss Triscoe bore his going without apparent discouragement; she kept on chatting with March till his wife took him away to their chairs on deck.
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