It had been the same story, at every stage of my journey; the chances were that it would be the same thing again at Baden-Baden.

There may have been something, however, of which I was unaware in my smile; for I found myself under close observation by the bride; and as our eyes met her hand slipped within her husband's arm.
"I guess _we_ won't find her there," she said.

"I guess we'll just light out for ourselves, and wish the captain luck." A stern chase is proverbially protracted, but on dry land it has usually one end.

Mine ended in Baden on the fifth (and first fine) day, rather early in the afternoon.

On arrival I drove straight to the Darmstaedterhof, and asked to see no visitors' books, for the five days had taken the edge off my finesse, but inquired at once whether a Mrs.
Lascelles was staying there or not.