The swift broad Rhine runs underneath, rushing through from the bridge which here spans the river; and every now and then on summer evenings loud shouts come up from strong swimmers in the water, who are glorying in the swiftness of the current.

The three were sitting there, by themselves, at the end of the balcony.

Coffee was before them on a little table, and George's cigar, as usual, was in his mouth.
"It's nearly all over," said he, after they had remained silent for some minutes.
"And I do think it has been a success," said Kate.

"Always excepting about the money.

I'm ruined for ever." "I'll make your money all straight," said George.
"Indeed you'll do nothing of the kind," said Kate.