She failed, later, on the same ground with the pleasant-looking English woman who got into their carriage at Magdeburg, and talked over the 'London Illustrated News' with an English-speaking Fraulein in her company; she readily accepted the fact of Mrs.March's nationality, but found nothing wonderful in it, apparently; and when she left the train she left Mrs.March to recall with fond regret the old days in Italy when she first came abroad, and could make a whole carriage full of Italians break into ohs and ahs by saying that she was an American, and telling how far she had come across the sea.
"Yes," March assented, "but that was a great while ago, and Americans were much rarer than they are now in Europe.

The Italians are so much more sympathetic than the Germans and English, and they saw that you wanted to impress them.

Heaven knows how little they cared! And then, you were a very pretty young girl in those days; or at least I thought so." "Yes," she sighed, "and now I'm a plain old woman." "Oh, not quite so bad as that." "Yes, I am! Do you think they would have cared more if it had been Miss Triscoe ?" "Not so much as if it had been the pivotal girl.

They would have found her much more their ideal of the American woman; and even she would have had to have been here thirty years ago." She laughed a little ruefully.

"Well, at any rate, I should like to know how Miss Triscoe would have affected them." "I should much rather know what sort of life that English woman is living here with her German husband; I fancied she had married rank.