After dinner, we saw a collection of cabin trunks and valises standing in the entrance hall labelled BINGHAM, and knew that Miss Nancy and Miss Cora were again in flight before the Nemesis of the American Eagle.

I will not repeat poppa's sentiments.
On the hotel doorstep next morning waited Alessandro Bebbini.

He waited for us--an hour and a half, because momma had some re-packing to do and we were going on next day.

Nobody had asked him to wait, but he had a carriage ready and the look of having been ordered three months previously.

He presented his card to the Senator, who glanced at him and said, "Do I _look_ as if I wanted a shave ?" Alessandro Bebbini smiled--an olive flash of pity and amusement.