The next morning Paul could not help noticing an increased and even exaggerated respect paid him by the hotel attendants.

He was asked if his EXCELLENCY would be served with breakfast in a private room, and his condescension in selecting the public coffee-room struck the obsequious chamberlain, but did not prevent him from preceding Paul backwards to the table, and summoning a waiter to attend specially upon "milor." Surmising that George and the colonel might be in some way connected with this extravagance, he postponed an investigation till he should have seen them again.

And, although he hardly dared to confess it to himself, the unexpected prospect of meeting Yerba again fully preoccupied his thoughts.

He had believed that he would eventually see her in Europe, in some vague and indefinite way and hour: it had been in his mind when he started from California.

That it would be so soon, and in such a simple and natural manner, he had never conceived.
He had returned from his morning walk to the Brunnen, and was sitting idly in his room, when there was a knock at the door.