“You leave Zurich already so soon?” he asked, and his voice betrayed neither surprise nor even interest.
“Yes,” she answered, “we are all going to Constance this afternoon.”
“You have change your plans?” he inquired; “yes?”
She looked up quickly at the much-objected-to word, and he received the little glance with a shrug of apology and a smile.
“Madame la Princesse wishes to go on,” said Rosina, “and mademoiselle thought that I would be so lonely without her that I—”
“You would have wished to stay, n’est-ce pas?” he asked, interrupting her.
“I don’t like to travel two days in succession.”
“I would beg you to stay,” he said, looking at his gloved hands, “but I also go to-day.”
She felt her heart jump suddenly; Molly’s prediction assaulted her memory with great violence.
“Yes,” he went on, “it happens oddly that my plans are also suddenly changed. It is to say good-bye that I am come.”