I am glad to remember that I preferred refreshment at the inn.

After that, night fell upon a scene whose desolation impressed me more than its grandeur, and so in the end we rattled into Andermatt: here was a huge hotel all but empty, with a perfect tome of a visitors' book, and in it sure enough the fine free autograph which I was beginning to know so well.
"Yes, sare," said the concierge, "the season end suddenly mit the bad vedder at the beginning of the veek.

You know that lady?
She has been here last night; she go avay again to-day, on to Goeschenen and Zuerich.
Yes, sare, she shall be in Zuerich to-night." I was in Zuerich myself the night after.

I knew the hotel to go to, knew it from Mrs.Lascelles herself, whose experience of continental hotels was so pathetically extensive.

This was the best in Switzerland, so she had assured me in one of our talks: she could never pass through Zuerich without making a night of it at the Baur au Lac.