“He’ll come too, I fancy. At least, judging from what I’ve seen of him I should suppose that he’d come too.”
“Come too!” Rosina gasped.
“Why not? He’ll be just as interesting in Constance as he is here, or in Lucerne.”
“You don’t really think that he would come too; Molly, not really?”
“Certainly I think that he would.”
“Oh, Molly!”
“’Tis their way here on the Continent; they’ve nothing else to do, you know. I know a man who went from Paris to St. Petersburg after a girl (I know it for a fact, for the girl was myself), and another who came from Naples to Nice just to call, and went back at midnight.”
Rosina appeared most uncomfortable.
“I don’t want him to go to Constance—I don’t want to go myself!”
“Oh, if it comes to that, you can both remain in Zurich indefinitely, of course.”