"What is the matter?" Molly demanded anxiously.

"Oh, mademoiselle, I am sent to say that it must that all go to-day!"

"To-day!" Molly screamed; "I thought that we were to remain until Friday anyway?"

"And I also thought it. Let mademoiselle but figure to herself how yesterday I did all unpack in the thought of until Friday; and now to-day I am bidden inpack once more!"

"Now, did you _ever_?" Molly asked emphatically of Rosina, who shook her head and looked troubled in good earnest. "Do you really think that she means it?" she continued, turning to the maid once more; "she sometimes changes her mind, you know."

"Not of this time, mademoiselle, I have already arrange her hairs, and I am bidden place her other hairs in the case."

"Then it's settled," cried the Irish girl despairingly; "when her hair is done, the end of all is at hand. What train do we go by, Claudine?"

"I am not of all sure, mademoiselle; madame has spoken of he who runs by Schaffhausen."

The Irish girl sighed heavily.

"Very well, Claudine, you and I know what it is to travel as we do. Go to madame and tell her I will come as soon as I am dressed," and then she picked up the honey-jar and sighed again.

The maid went out.

"What makes you go?" Rosina asked; "I wouldn't."

"Oh, my dear, I've stayed at their place in the Caucasus weeks at a time, and I have to be decent, and she knows it."

"Why did you ever accept an invitation to travel with such a horrid person?"

Molly was out of bed and jerking her hair-ribbons savagely loose.

"She isn't a horrid person," she said; "they are very nice princes and princesses, all of them. Only I hate to lead an existence like the slave of the ring or the genii of the lamp, or whoever the johnny was who had to jump whenever they rubbed their hands. It riles my blood just a bit too much."

"I wouldn't," said Rosina decidedly; "I certainly wouldn't."

"I wish I'd taken the Turk," the Irish girl exclaimed, as she wove her hair back and forth and in and out upon the crown of her head, "I'd have been free of Russia then; 'tis a hint for European politics, my present situation."

Rosina suddenly gave a sharp cry.

"Oh, Molly,--and me?"

Molly looked over her shoulder.

"What is it?" she asked anxiously.

"Why, what am I to do? I came here to be with you, and now you're going away."

"You'll have to go too if you can't stay behind without me."

"But I only came yesterday."

"Well, what of that?"

"And, oh Molly, that man! I'll _have_ to go!"

"Why?"

"Why, because--because--Oh, you know why. And then,--if I go--what _do_ you suppose he will think?"

Molly s.n.a.t.c.hed her dressing-gown.

"He'll come too, I fancy. At least, judging from what I've seen of him I should suppose that he'd come too."

"Come too!" Rosina gasped.

"Why not? He'll be just as interesting in Constance as he is here, or in Lucerne."

"You don't really think that he would come too; Molly, not _really_?"

"Certainly I think that he would."

"Oh, Molly!"

"'Tis their way here on the Continent; they've nothing else to do, you know. I know a man who went from Paris to St. Petersburg after a girl (I know it for a fact, for the girl was myself), and another who came from Naples to Nice just to call, and went back at midnight."

Rosina appeared most uncomfortable.

"I don't want him to go to Constance--I don't want to go myself!"

"Oh, if it comes to that, you can both remain in Zurich indefinitely, of course."

"No, we can't; that is, I can't. You know that. If he's going to stay I've got to go. Oh dear, oh dear, how aggravating it all is! I don't _want_ him to follow me about."

"Why don't you tell him so, then?"

"Molly!"

"Yes, just tell him so, and if you really mean it, he'll understand, never fear."

"But I don't want to do that."

"No, I didn't expect that you would. One never likes to do that, which is one reason why I am myself betrothed to three different men at the present minute."

"But, Molly--"

"I thought that you liked him."

"I do like him, but there's a wide difference between liking a man and wanting to have him tagging along behind all the time."

"Oh, as to that, I don't believe that _der_ Herr von Ibn will stay enough behind to be considered as tagging very long."