bear as a more boisterous happiness would have been。
It was agreed among them all that they were to return soon to America；
and Burnamy was to find some sort of literary or journalistic employment
in New York。 She was much surer than he that this could be done with
perfect ease； but they were of an equal mind that General Triscoe was not
to be disturbed in any of his habits； or vexed in the tenor of his
living； and until Burnamy was at least self…supporting there must be no
talk of their being married。
The talk of their being engaged was quite enough for the time。 It
included complete and minute auto…biographies on both sides； reciprocal
analyses of character； a scientifically exhaustive comparison of tastes；
ideas and opinions； a profound study of their respective chins； noses；
eyes； hands； heights； complexions； moles and freckles； with some account
of their several friends。
In this occupation； which was profitably varied by the confession of what
they had each thought and felt and dreamt concerning the other at every
instant since they met； they passed rapidly the days which the persistent
anxiety of General Triscoe interposed before the date of their leaving
Weimar for Paris； where it was arranged that they should spend a month
before sailing for New York。 Burnamy had a notion； which Agatha
approved； of trying for something there on the New York…Paris Chronicle；
and if he got it they might not go home at once。 His gains from that
paper had eked out his copyright from his book； and had almost paid his
expenses in getting the material which he had contributed to it。 They
were not so great； however； but that his gold reserve was reduced to less
than a hundred dollars； counting the silver coinages which had remained
to him in crossing and recrossing frontiers。 He was at times dimly
conscious of his finances； but he buoyantly disregarded the facts； as
incompatible with his status as Agatha's betrothed； if not unworthy of
his character as a lover in the abstract。
The afternoon before they were to leave Weimar； they spent mostly in the
garden before the Grand…Ducal Museum； in a conference so important that
when it came on to rain； at one moment； they put up Burnamy's umbrella；
and continued to sit under it rather than interrupt the proceedings even
to let Agatha go back to the hotel and look after her father's packing。
Her own had been finished before dinner； so as to leave her the whole
afternoon for their conference； and to allow her father to remain in
undisturbed possession of his room as long as possible。
What chiefly remained to be put into the general's trunk were his coats
and trousers； hanging in the closet； and August took these down； and
carefully folded and packed them。 Then； to make sure that nothing had
been forgotten； Agatha put a chair into the closet when she came in； and
stood on it to examine the shelf which stretched above the hooks。
There seemed at first to be nothing on it； and then there seemed to be
something in the further corner； which when it was tiptoed for； proved to
be a bouquet of flowers； not so faded as to seem very old； the blue satin
ribbon which they were tied up with； and which hung down half a yard； was
of entire freshness except far the dust of the shelf where it had lain。
Agatha backed out into the room with her find in her hand； and examined
it near to； and then at arm's length。 August stood by with a pair of the
general's trousers lying across his outstretched hands； and as Agatha
absently looked round at him； she caught a light of intelligence in his
eyes which changed her whole psychological relation to the withered
bouquet。 Till then it had been a lifeless； meaningless bunch of flowers；
which some one； for no motive； had tossed up on that dusty shelf in the
closet。 At August's smile it became something else。 Still she asked
lightly enough； 〃Was ist loss； August？〃
His smile deepened and broadened。 〃Fur die Andere；〃 he explained。
Agatha demanded in English； 〃What do you mean by feardy ondery？〃
〃Oddaw lehdy。〃
〃Other lady？〃 August nodded； rejoicing in big success； and Agatha closed
the door into her own room； where the general had been put for the time
so as to be spared the annoyance of the packing； then she sat down with
her hands in her lap； and the bouquet in her hands。 〃Now； August；〃 she
said very calmly； 〃I want you to tell me…ich wunsche Sie zu mir sagen
what other ladywass andere Damethese flowers belonged todiese
Blumen gehorte zu。 Verstehen Sie？〃
August nodded brightly； and with German carefully adjusted to Agatha's
capacity； and with now and then a word or phrase of English； he conveyed
that before she and her Herr Father had appeared； there had been in
Weimar another American Fraulein with her Frau Mother； they had not
indeed staid in that hotel； but had several times supped there with the
young Herr Bornahmee； who was occupying that room before her Herr Father。
The young Herr had been much about with these American Damen； driving and
walking with them； and sometimes dining or supping with them at their
hotel； The Elephant。 August had sometimes carried notes to them from the
young Herr； and he had gone for the bouquet which the gracious Fraulein
was holding； on the morning of the day that the American Damen left by
the train for Hanover。
August was much helped and encouraged throughout by the friendly
intelligence of the gracious Fraulein； who smiled radiantly in clearing
up one dim point after another； and who now and then supplied the English
analogues which he sought in his effort to render his German more
luminous。
At the end she returned to the work of packing； in which she directed
him； and sometimes assisted him with her own hands； having put the
bouquet on the mantel to leave herself free。 She took it up again and
carried it into her own room； when she went with August to summon her
father back to his。 She bade August say to the young Herr； if he saw
him； that she was going to sup with her father； and August gave her
message to Burnamy； whom he met on the stairs coming down as he was going
up with their tray。
Agatha usually supped with her father； but that evening Burnamy was less
able than usual to bear her absence in the hotel dining…room； and he went
up to a caf？in the town for his supper。 He did not stay long； and when
he returned his heart gave a joyful lift at sight of Agatha looking out
from her balcony； as if she were looking for him。 He made her a gay
flourishing bow； lifting his hat high； and she came down to meet him at
the hotel door。 She had her hat on and jacket over one arm and she
joined him at once for the farewell walk he proposed in what they had
agreed to call their garden。
She moved a little ahead of him； and when they reached the place where
they always sat； she shifted her jacket to the other arm and uncovered
the hand in which she had been carrying the withered bouquet。 〃Here is
something I found in your closet； when I was getting papa's things out。〃
〃Why； what is it？〃 he asked innocently； as he took it from her。
〃A bouquet； apparently；〃 she answered； as he drew the long ribbons
through his fingers； and looked at the flowers curiously； with his head
aslant。
〃Where did you get it？〃
〃On the shelf。〃
It seemed a long time before Burnamy said with a long sigh； as of final
recollection； 〃Oh； yes；〃 and then he said nothing； and they did not sit
down； but stood looking at each other。
〃Was it something you got for me； and forgot to give me？〃 she asked in a
voice which would not have misled a woman； but which did its work with
the young man。
He laughed and said； 〃Well； hardly！ The general has been in the room
ever since you came。〃
〃Oh； yes。 Then perhaps somebody left it there before you had the room？〃
Burnamy was silent again； but at last he said； 〃No； I flung it up there I
had forgotten all about it。〃
〃And you wish me to forget about it； too？〃 Agatha asked in a gayety of
tone that still deceived him。
〃It would only be fair。 You made me；〃 he rejoined； and there was
something so charming in his words and way； that she would have been glad
to do it。
But she governed herself against the temptation and said； 〃Women are not
good at forgetting； at least till they know what。〃
〃Oh； I'll tell you； if you want to know；〃 he said with a laugh； and at
the words shesank provisionally in their accustomed seat。 He sat down
beside her； but not so near as usual； and he waited so long before he
began that it seemed as if he had forgotten again。 〃Why； it's nothing。
Miss Etkins and her mother were here before you came； and this is a
bouquet that I meant to give her at the train when she left。 But I
decided I wouldn't； and I threw it onto the shelf in the closet。〃
〃May I ask why you thought of taking a bouquet to her at the train？〃
〃Well； she and her motherI had been with them a good deal； and I
thought it would be civil。〃
〃And why did you decide not to be civil？〃
〃I didn't want it to look like more than civility。〃
〃Were they here long？〃
〃About a week。 They left just after the Marches came。〃
Agatha seemed not to heed the answer she had exacted。 She sat reclined
in the corner of the seat； with her head drooping。 After an interval
which was long to Burnamy she began to pull at a ring on the third finger
of her left hand； absently； as if she did not know what she was doing；
but when she had got it off she held it towards Burnamy and said quietly；
〃I think you had better have this again；〃 and then she rose and moved
slowly and weakly away。
He had taken the ring mechanically from her； and he stood a moment
bewildered； then he pressed after her。
〃Agatha； do youyou don't mean〃
〃Yes；〃 she said； without looking round at his face； which she knew was
close to her shoulder。 〃It's over。 It isn't what you've done。 It's
what you are。 I believed in you； in spite of what you did to that man
and your coming back when you said you wouldn'tand But I see now that
what you did was you； it was your nature； and I can't believe in you any
more。〃
〃Agatha！〃 he implored。 〃You're not going to be so unjust！ There was
nothing between you and me when that