They looked round and saw no one more alarming than a very severe-looking old gentleman, whose hat brim in spite of his severity was limp with much lifting, as all Austrian hat brims are.

He touched it, and saying haughtily in German, "Something left lying," passed on.
They stared at each other; then, as women do, they glanced down at their skirts to see if there was anything amiss with them, and Miss Triscoe perceived her hands empty of Mrs.March's sandals and of Burnamy's handkerchief.
"Oh, I put it in one of the toes!" she lamented, and she fled back to their bench, alarming in her course the fears of a gendarme for the public security, and putting a baby in its nurse's arms into such doubts of its personal safety that it burst into a desolate cry.

She laughed breathlessly as she rejoined Mrs.March.

"That comes of having no pocket; I didn't suppose I could forget your sandals, Mrs.March! Wasn't it absurd ?" "It's one of those things," Mrs.March said to her husband afterwards, "that they can always laugh over together." "They?
And what about Burnamy's behavior to Stoller ?" "Oh, I don't call that anything but what will come right.

Of course he can make it up to him somehow.