"I don't hardly believe you'll like that; there's very few Americans in the pensions. What hotel are you stopping at here?"
"The Schweitzerhof."
"Oh, yes. I asked you that before, too. But I always ask everybody what hotel they're stopping at, and so I've got my head all mixed up with hotels. But it makes talk, and I love to talk. It refreshes me up so—don't it you—on a trip like this?"
"Yes—sometimes."
"Well, it does me, too. As long as I'm talking I never feel bored—ain't that the way with you?"
"Yes—generally. But there are exception to the rule."
"Oh, of course. I don't care to talk to everybody, MYSELF. If a person starts in to jabber-jabber-jabber about scenery, and history, and pictures, and all sorts of tiresome things, I get the fan-tods mighty soon. I say 'Well, I must be going now—hope I'll see you again'—and then I take a walk. Where you from?"
"New Jersey."
"Why, bother it all, I asked you THAT before, too. Have you seen the Lion of Lucerne?"
"Not yet."