“I shall not be, either; but Ottillie will get me aboard somehow.”
“If it was noon that you go, I should certainly come to the Gare,” he said thoughtfully; then he reflected for a short space, and added eagerly, “why do you not go later, and make an excursion by Zug; it is just on your way, and a so interesting journey.”
“I know Zug, and the lake too; I’ve coached all through there.”
“Then it would not again interest you?”
“No; I want to go straight to Molly as fast as I can.”
“To Molli! Where is that? You said to Zurich you went.”
She laughed and explained.
“Molly is the name of my girl friend.”
“Ah, truly.”
Then he was silent, and she was silent, and the lights of Lucerne continued to draw nearer and nearer.