such a perfectly fitting dress! After a while we came out to walk to the banker's, for I haven't got any French money. But I was very dizzy from the motion of the vessel,—and I thought I had better sit down. He found this place for me here, and he went off to the banker's himself. I am to wait here till he comes back."
It may seem very fantastic, but it passed through my mind that he would never come back. I settled myself in my chair beside Miss Spencer and determined to await the event. She was extremely observant; there was something touching in it. She noticed everything that the movement of the street brought before us, peculiarities of costume, the shapes of vehicles, the big Norman horses, the fat priests, the shaven poodles. We talked of these things, and there was something charming in her freshness of perception and the way her book-nourished fancy recognized and welcomed everything.
"And when your cousin comes back, what are you going to do?" I asked.
She hesitated a moment. "We don't quite know."
"When do you go to Paris? If you go by the four o'clock train, I may have the pleasure of making the journey with you."
"I don't think we shall do that. My cousin thinks I had better stay here a few days."
"Oh!" said I; and for five minutes said nothing more. I was wondering what her cousin was, in vulgar parlance, "up to." I looked up and down the
