“He made all the trouble that he possibly could,” she said, touching his hair here and there with a fanciful hand, while the expression of her face indicated a conflict between the sentiments with which the man of Zurich inspired her and those provoked by her hearer.
“Ah, so,” said the latter; and then after a little he added, “But because he writes, your cousin is caused to arrive, and of that arriving we are become married. I see no trouble in that. Au contraire, I see much good. If I think it were really that Zuricher man that has write to America I should be most grateful of him. I think I should at once buy him a cane as that one which I get myself this afternoon.”
“Oh, it was he,” she said confidently; “Jack told me as much himself. I asked him if the letter was from Zurich, and he said ‘Yes.’”
Von Ibn flung his head far back against the chair cushions and laughed heartily.
“Oh, mon Dieu!” he exclaimed, “I must ever amuse myself of a woman; a woman does always know!”
Rosina looked at him.
“Why, it couldn’t have been any one else,” she said positively; “you know that.”
He caught her face quickly between his hands and kissed it.
“It could very well be myself,” he exclaimed, laughing.
“You!”