He searched in the pockets, and there found a memorandum-book and some visiting-cards bearing the name of Count Abel Larinski.

Before dinner he made the tour of all the hotels in Saint Moritz without discovering where M.Larinski lodged.

He learned it in the evening from a peasant who came over from Cellarina for the overcoat.
The good Mlle.

Moiseney was quite taken with Count Abel; first, because he was handsome, and then because he played the piano bewitchingly.
There could be no doubt that Antoinette would feel grateful to this good-looking musician who had restored to her her father.

Certain of being no longer thwarted in her enthusiasm, she said to her that evening, with a smile which was meant to be excessively ironical: "Well, my dear, do you still think that Count Larinski has a stoop in his shoulders, and that his head is badly poised ?" "It is a matter of small import, but I do not gainsay it." "Ah, if you had only heard him play one of Schumann's romances!" "A talent for music is a noble one.