CHAPTER X.
THE DISAGREEABLE MAN IS SEEN IN A NEW LIGHT.
ONE specially fine morning a knock came at Bernardine's door.

She opened it, and found Robert Allitsen standing there, trying to recover his breath.
"I am going to Loschwitz, a village about twelve miles off," he said.
"And I have ordered a sledge.

Do you care to come too ?" "If I may pay my share," she said.
"Of course," he answered; "I did not suppose you would like to be paid for any better than I should like to pay for you." Bernardine laughed.
"When do we start ?" she asked.
"Now," he answered.

"Bring a rug, and also that shawl of yours which is always falling down, and come at once without any fuss.

We shall be out for the whole day.