He, in virtue of having been born in Wurzburg, is officially supposed to be specially beloved by his fellow townsmen; and they now testified their affection as he whirled through their ranks, bowing right and left, by what passes in Germany for a cheer. It is the word Hoch, groaned forth from abdominal depths, and dismally prolonged in a hollow roar like that which the mob makes behind the scenes at the theatre before bursting in visible tumult on the stage. Then the crowd dispersed, and March came away wondering why such a kindly-looking Prince-Regent should not have given them a little longer sight of himself; after they had waited so patiently for hours to see him. But doubtless in those countries, he concluded, the art of keeping the sovereign precious by suffering him to be rarely and briefly seen is wisely studied.
On his way home he resolved to confess Kenby’s presence; and he did so as soon as he sat down to supper with his wife. “I ought to have told you the first thing after breakfast. But when I found you in that mood of having the place all to ourselves, I put it off.”
“You took terrible chances, my dear,” she said, gravely.
“And I have been terribly punished. You’ve no idea how much Kenby has talked to me about Mrs. Adding!”
She broke out laughing. “Well, perhaps you’ve suffered enough. But you can see now, can’t you, that it would have been awful if I had met him, and let out that I didn’t know he was here?”
“Terrible. But if I had told, it would have spoiled the whole morning for you; you couldn’t have thought of anything else.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, airily. “What should you think if I told you I had known he was here ever since last night?” She went on in delight at the start he gave. “I saw him come into the hotel while you were gone for the guide-books, and I determined to keep it from you as long as I could; I knew it would worry you. We’ve both been very nice; and I forgive you,” she hurried on, “because I’ve really got something to tell you.”