They left on the twelve-o'clock train to-day." Mrs.March perceived that the girl had decided not to let the facts betray themselves by chance, and she treated them as of no significance.
"No, we didn't see him," she said, carelessly.
The two men came walking slowly towards them, and Miss Triscoe said, "We're going to Dresden this evening, but I hope we shall meet somewhere, Mrs.March." "Oh, people never lose sight of each other in Europe; they can't; it's so little!" "Agatha," said the girl's father, "Mr.March tells me that the museum over there is worth seeing." "Well," the girl assented, and she took a winning leave of the Marches, and moved gracefully away with her father.
"I should have thought it was Agnes," said Mrs.March, following them with her eyes before she turned upon her husband.

"Did he tell you Burnamy had been here?
Well, he has! He has just gone on to Carlsbad.
He made, those poor old Eltwins stop over with him, so he could be with her." "Did she say that ?" "No, but of course he did." "Then it's all settled ?" "No, it isn't settled.

It's at the most interesting point." "Well, don't read ahead.

You always want to look at the last page." "You were trying to look at the last page yourself," she retorted, and she would have liked to punish him for his complex dishonesty toward the affair; but upon the whole she kept her temper with him, and she made him agree that Miss Triscoe's getting her father to Carlsbad was only a question of time.
They parted heart's-friends with their ineffectual guide, who was affectionately grateful for the few marks they gave him, at the hotel door; and they were in just the mood to hear men singing in a farther room when they went down to supper.

The waiter, much distracted from their own service by his duties to it, told them it was the breakfast party of students which they had heard beginning there about noon.