“But that will not be all day?”
“Perhaps.”
He hesitated in his step, and then came to a full stop.
“Let us go up this little street,” he suggested. “I was there yesterday; it is interesting really.”
She continued to walk on alone and he was obliged to rejoin her; then he glanced downward somewhat anxiously.
“We cannot speak here,” he said in a low tone, “we know so many people that come against us each minute. Do walk with me up to the church there, we cannot go to the hotel like this.”
It is true that the Quai at Lucerne has a trick of slipping away beneath one’s feet to the end that the hotel is forever springing up in one’s face. At this moment it loomed disagreeably close at hand.
“If you want to walk farther, monsieur, you will have to walk alone; I am going home.”
For answer he took her arm firmly in his and turned her across towards the church street. Well-bred people do not have scenes on the Schweizerhof Quai, so Rosina went where she was steered by the iron grip on her elbow.
The instant that they were out of the crowd his manner and voice altered materially.