Fraulein!" he besought a waitress going off with a tray near them.

"Tell Lili, please, to bring me some coffee--only coffee." He tried to make some talk about the weather, which was rainy, and the Marches helped him, but the poor endeavor lagged wretchedly in the interval between the ordering and the coming of the coffee.

"Ah, thank you, Lili," he said, with a humility which confirmed Mrs.March in her instant belief that he had been offering himself to Miss Triscoe and been rejected.

After gulping his coffee, he turned to her: "I want to say good-by.

I'm going away." "From Carlsbad ?" asked Mrs.March with a keen distress.
The water came into his eyes.