"If I wanted a foreigner I should go in for a man.

And these officers! Put their mustaches up at night in curl-papers, they tell me.

Introduce you to Mrs.Otterson, Mr.
March.

Well, had your first glass, yet, Jenny?
I'm just going for my second tumbler." He took his wife back to the spring, and began to tell her about Stoller; she made no sign of caring for him; and March felt inculpated.
She relented a little toward him as they drank together; when he said he must be going to breakfast with his wife, she asked where he breakfasted, and said, "Why, we go to the Posthof, too." He answered that then they should be sure some time to meet there; he did not venture further; he reflected that Mrs.March had her reluctances too; she distrusted people who had amused or interested him before she met them.
XXIX.
Burnamy had found the Posthof for them, as he had found most of the other agreeable things in Carlsbad, which he brought to their knowledge one by one, with such forethought that March said he hoped he should be cared for in his declining years as an editor rather than as a father; there was no tenderness like a young contributor's.
Many people from the hotels on the hill found at Pupp's just the time and space between their last cup of water and their first cup of coffee which are prescribed at Carlsbad; but the Marches were aware somehow from the beginning that Pupp's had not the hold upon the world at breakfast which it had at the mid-day dinner, or at supper on the evenings when the concert was there.

Still it was amusing, and they were patient of Burnamy's delay till he could get a morning off from Stoller and go with them to the Posthof.