They lifted their eyes for their expected salutation, and recognized Mr.and Mrs.Leffers, of the Norumbia.
The ladies fell upon each other as if they had been mother and daughter; March and the young man shook hands, in the feeling of passengers mutually endeared by the memories of a pleasant voyage.

They arrived at the fact that Mr.Leffers had received letters in England from his partners which allowed him to prolong his wedding journey in a tour of the continent, while their wives were still exclaiming at their encounter in the same hotel at Nuremberg; and then they all sat down to have, as the bride said, a real Norumbia time.
She was one of those young wives who talk always with their eyes submissively on their husbands, no matter whom they are speaking to; but she was already unconsciously ruling him in her abeyance.

No doubt she was ruling him for his good; she had a livelier, mind than he, and she knew more, as the American wives of young American business men always do, and she was planning wisely for their travels.

She recognized her merit in this devotion with an artless candor, which was typical rather than personal.

March was glad to go out with Leffers for a little stroll, and to leave Mrs.March to listen to Mrs.Leffers, who did not let them go without making her husband promise to wrap up well, and not get his feet wet.