Say, who do you guess came down along with us ?" "A friend of yours," prompted the bride, as I put on as blank an expression as possible.
I opened my eyes a little wider.

It seemed the only thing to do.
"Captain Clephane," said the bridegroom, beaming all over his good-humoured face, "it was a lady named Lascelles, and it's to her advice we owe this pleasure.

We travelled together as far as Loocerne.
We guess we'll put salt on her at this hotel." "So does the Captain," announced the bride, who could not look at me without a smile, which I altogether declined to return.

But I need hardly confess that she was right.

It was from Mrs.Lascelles that I also had heard of the dismal spot to which we were come, as her own ultimate objective after Switzerland.