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all towns of Germany. If they were every one of
them like you, miss--well, I guess I would hire the
town of Frankfort for my business premises.'

One morning, after we had spent about a week at
the chalet by ourselves, I was surprised to see a
young man with a knapsack on his back walking up
the garden path towards our cottage. 'Quick,
quick, Elsie!' I cried, being in a mischievous
mood. 'Come here with the opera-glass! There's a
Man in the offing!'

'A what?' Elsie exclaimed, shocked as usual at my
levity.

'A Man,' I answered, squeezing her arm. 'A Man!
A real live Man! A specimen of the masculine
gender in the human being! Man, ahoy! He has come
at last--the lodestar of our existence!'

Next minute, I was sorry I spoke; for as the man
drew nearer, I perceived that he was endowed with
very long legs and a languidly poetical bearing.
That supercilious smile--that enticing moustache!
Could it be?--yes, it was--not a doubt of it--Harold
Tillington!

I grew grave at once; Harold Tillington and the
situation were serious. 'What can he want here?' I
exclaimed, drawing back.

'Who is it?' Elsie asked; for, being a woman, she
read at once in my altered demeanour the fact that
the Man was not unknown to me.

'Lady Georgina's nephew,' I answered, with a
tell-tale cheek, I fear. 'You remember I mentioned
to you that I had met him at Schlangenbad. But
this is really too bad of that wicked old Lady
Georgina. She has told him where we lived and sent
him up to see us.'

'Perhaps,' Elsie put in, 'he wants to charter a
bicycle.'

I glanced at Elsie sideways. I had an
uncomfortable suspicion that she said it slyly,
like one who knew he wanted nothing of the sort.
But at any rate, I brushed the suggestion aside
frankly. 'Nonsense,' I answered. He wants me,