Search no more, but come home with me; and we will have a night as of the gods on Olympus!" "My dearest fellow, I am looking for two ladies!" "Two?
ah, rogue! shall not one suffice ?" "Don't, my dearest fellow! I am looking for two English ladies." "Potz! You shall find two hundred in the hotels, ugly and fair; but the two fairest are gone this two hours." "When ?--which ?" cries Stangrave, suspecting at once.
"Sabina Mellot, and a Sultana--I thought her of The Nation, and would have offered my hand on the spot: but Madame Mellot says she is a Gentile." "Gone?
And you have seen them! Where ?" "To Bertrich.

They had luncheon with my mother, and then started by private post." "I must follow." "_Ach lieber_?
But it will be dark in an hour." "What matter ?" "But you shall find them to-morrow, just as well as to-day.

They stay at Bertrich for a fortnight more.

They have been there now a month, and only left it last week for a pleasure tour, across to the Ahrthal, and so back by Andernach." "Why did they leave Coblentz, then, in such hot haste ?" "Ah, the ladies never give reasons.

There were letters waiting for them at our house; and no sooner read, but they leaped up, and would forth.
Come home now, and go by the steamer to-morrow morning." "Impossible! most hospitable of Israelites." "To go to-night,--for see the clouds!--Not a postilion will dare to leave Coblentz, under that quick-coming _allgemein und ungeheuer henker-hund-und-teufel's-gewitter_." Stangrave looked up, growling; and gave in.