"Yes," she said, "isn't it fortunate that Mr.Kenby should be going to Holland, too! I should have been so unhappy about them if Mrs.Adding had been obliged to make that long journey with poor little Rose alone." "Yes, yes; very fortunate, certainly," said the general colorlessly.
Her husband gave her a glance of intelligent appreciation; but Kenby was too simply, too densely content with the situation to know the value of what she had done.

She thought he must certainly explain, as he walked back with her to the Swan, whether he had misrepresented her to Mrs.
Adding, or Mrs.Adding had misunderstood him.

Somewhere there had been an error, or a duplicity which it was now useless to punish; and Kenby was so apparently unconscious of it that she had not the heart to be cross with him.

She heard Miss Triscoe behind her with March laughing in the gayety which the escape from her father seemed to inspire in her.
She was promising March to go with him in the morning to see the Emperor and Empress of Germany arrive at the station, and he was warning her that if she laughed there, like that, she would subject him to fine and imprisonment.

She pretended that she would like to see him led off between two gendarmes, but consented to be a little careful when he asked her how she expected to get back to her hotel without him, if such a thing happened.
LVIII.
After all, Miss Triscoe did not go with March; she preferred to sleep.
The imperial party was to arrive at half past seven, but at six the crowd was already dense before the station, and all along the street leading to the Residenz.