Pilar was nervous and put out.

The chambermaid's assistance had not been all that she could have wished.
The slow waiting at lunch vexed her.

Whatever trifle she might require she was obliged to go into the untidy bedroom herself and search in her boxes.

Her head was full of schemes and plans, to none of which, however, she gave expression.

Never had she had such an uncomfortable meal with Wilhelm.
"What are you going to do now ?" asked Wilhelm, when the waiter had cleared the table.
"I think we had better go and have a look at our house," answered Pilar, trying hard to assume a perfectly unconcerned tone.
"Of course," said Wilhelm; "and while you go home, I will take a look at the streets of Paris." "What--you are not coming with me ?" "I think it better you should go by yourself the first time.