Her face was listless, careworn; looking all the more sad and impassive by the side of Sabina's, as she pointed smiling and sparkling, up to the fortress; and seemed trying to interest Marie in it, but in vain.
He called out.

He waved his hand wildly, to the amusement of the officers and peasants who waited by his side; and who, looking first at his excited face, and then at the two beautiful women, were not long in making up their minds about him; and had their private jests accordingly.
They did not see him, but turned away to look at Coblentz; and the steamer swept by.
Stangrave stamped with rage--upon a Prussian officer's thin boot.
"Ten thousand pardons!" "You are excused, dear sir, you are excused," says the good-natured German, with a wicked smile, which raises a blush on Stangrave's cheek.
"Your eyes were dazzled; why not?
it is not often that one sees two such suns together in the same sky.

But calm yourself; the boat stops at Coblentz." Stangrave could not well call the man of war to account for his impertinence; he had had his toes half crushed, and had a right to indemnify himself as he thought fit.

And with a hundred more apologies, Stangrave prepared to dart across the bridge as soon as it was closed.
Alas! after the steamer, as the fates would have it, came lumbering down one of those monster timber rafts; and it was a full half hour before Stangrave could get across, having suffered all the while the torments of Tantalus, as he watched the boat sweep round to the pier, and discharge its freight, to be scattered whither he knew not.

At last he got across, and went in chase to the nearest hotel: but they were not there; thence to the next, and the next, till he had hunted half the hotels in the town; but hunted all in vain.
He is rushing wildly back again, to try if he can obtain any clue at the steam-boat pier, through the narrow, dirty street at the back of the Rhine Cavalier, when he is stopped short by a mighty German embrace, and a German kiss on either cheek, as the kiss of a housemaid's broom; while a jolly voice shouts in English:-- "Ah, my dear, dear friend! and you would pass me! Whither the hangman so fast are you running in the mud!" "My dear Salomon! But let me go, I beseech you; I am in search--" "In search ?" cries the jolly Jew banker,--"for the philosopher's stone?
You had all that man could want a week since, except that.