"The sunshine must have had something to do with it.
You see how a dog throws itself down in the sunshine; the most wretched cur heaves a sigh of content then; the sulkiest cat begins to purr." They were standing outside the room set apart for the photograph-maniacs of the Kurhaus.
"I cannot go into that horrid little hole," Bernardine said.

"And besides, I have promised to play chess with the Swedish professor.
And after that I am going to photograph Marie.

I promised Waerli I would." The Disagreeable Man smiled grimly.
"I hope he will be able to recognize her!" he said.

Then, feeling that he was on dangerous ground, he added quickly: "If you want any more plates, I can oblige you." On her way to her room she stopped to talk to pretty Fraeulein Mueller, who was in high spirits, having had an excellent report from the Doctor.
Fraeulein Mueller always insisted on talking English with Bernardine; and as her knowledge of it was limited, a certain amount of imagination was necessary to enable her to be understood.
"Ah, Miss Holme," she said, "I have deceived an exquisite report from the Doctor." "You are looking ever so well," Bernardine said.

"And the love-making with the Spanish gentleman goes on well, too ?" "Ach!" was the merry answer.