“That is what seems so odd to me. I’ve been thinking about him all the time that I was on the train this morning. Do you know, Molly, that man was positively rude to me over and over again, and yet, try as I might, I couldn’t stay angry with him.” She paused and knit her brows for a few seconds over some recollection, and then she turned suddenly and laid her face against the other’s shoulder. “Molly, dear,” she said softly, “he had a way of smiling,—if you could only see it! Well!”
“Well!”
“I could forgive anything to that smile,—honestly.”
Molly looked thoughtful.
“Saturday to Monday,” she murmured apropos of nothing.
Rosina lifted her head and gave her a glance.
“I wish that you might meet him,” she said gravely.
“I wish that he was here in Zurich,” her friend replied.
At that instant there sounded a tap on the door.
“Herein!” Rosina cried.