“Ican’t，exceptinFrench，andthat’sworsethanEnglish，inGermany，Ihear。”

　　“Thenyoumustletmebeyourinterpreteruptothelastmoment。Willyou？”

　　Shedidnotanswer。“Itmustberatherlate，isn’tit？”sheasked。Heletherseehiswatch，andshesaid，“Yes，it’sverylate。”andledthewaywithin。“Imustlookaftermypacking；papa’salwayssoprompt，andImustjustifymyselfformakinghimletmegiveupmymaidwhenwelefthome；weexpecttogetoneinDresden。Good-night！”

　　Burnamylookedafterherdriftingdowntheircorridor，andwonderedwhetheritwouldhavebeenafitreturnforherexpressionofasenseofnoveltyinhimasaliterarymanifhehadtoldherthatshewasthefirstyoungladyhehadknownwhohadamaid。Thefactawedhim；MissTriscoeherselfdidnotawehimsomuch。

　　Thenextmorningwasmerelyatransitionalperiod，fullofturmoilanddisorder，betweenthebrokenlifeoftheseaandtheuntriedlifeoftheshore。Nooneattemptedtoresumetheroutineofthevoyage。Peoplewentandcamebetweentheirroomsandthesaloonsandthedecks，andwerenolongercarefultotaketheirownsteamerchairswhentheysatdownforamoment。

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