The Swiss elevator-man came to the door to offer them a fellow-republican's good wishes for their journey; Herr Pupp himself appeared at the last moment to hope for their return another summer.

Mrs.March bent a last look of interest upon the proprietor as their two-spanner whirled away.
"They say that he is going to be made a count." "Well, I don't object," said March.

"A man who can feed fourteen thousand people, mostly Germans, in a day, ought to be made an archduke." At the station something happened which touched them even more than these last attentions of the hotel.

They were in their compartment, and were in the act of possessing themselves of the best places by putting their bundles and bags on them, when they heard Mrs.March's name called.
They turned and saw Rose Adding at the door, his thin face flushed with excitement and his eyes glowing.

"I was afraid I shouldn't get here in time," he panted, and he held up to her a huge bunch of flowers.
"Why Rose! From your mother ?" "From me," he said, timidly, and he was slipping out into the corridor, when she caught him and his flowers to her in one embrace.