“What did you see?” Rosina interrupted.
“I see plainly that you think it is some lady—”
“I did not think any such a thing!” she cried hotly.
He laughed and tossed his head.
“And so as I really should go to Leipsic I take the train and go, and then on the train I think why am I gone, and when I think again, I feel to leave the train at Aârburg and telegraph, and when the answer come that you are still here, I feel very strongly to return at once, and so I do.”
Rosina looked up with a smile, and, meeting his eyes, was suddenly overcome with a fear, vague and undefined, it is true, but not the less real, as to whether she had been wise in bringing about this most complete reconciliation.
“But you must still go to Leipsic?” she asked presently.
“Yes, after a little.”
“I wish you had gone when you started.”
“Why?”