She had expected teasing, ridicule, sarcasm, anything but the psychological interest mixed with a sort of retrospective tenderness which he showed.

"I wish I could have seen you; I always thought you danced well." He added: "It seems that you need a chaperon too." The next morning, after March and General Triscoe had started off upon one of the hill climbs, the young people made her go with them for a walk up the Tepl, as far as the cafe of the Freundschaftsaal.

In the grounds an artist in silhouettes was cutting out the likenesses of people who supposed themselves to have profiles, and they begged Mrs.March to sit for hers.

It was so good that she insisted on Miss Triscoe's sitting in turn, and then Burnamy.

Then he had the inspiration to propose that they should all three sit together, and it appeared that such a group was within the scope of the silhouettist's art; he posed them in his little bower, and while he was mounting the picture they took turns, at five kreutzers each, in listening to American tunes played by his Edison phonograph.
Mrs.March felt that all this was weakening her moral fibre; but she tried to draw the line at letting Burnamy keep the group.