Besides, I may not go to Vienna at all."
"I am sure you would like Vienna," he said, somewhat chilled by her
manner.
"I have been there, with my parents, but it was a long time ago. I
once saw the Emperor and often have I seen the wonderful Prince
Liechtenstein."
"Have you travelled extensively in Europe?"
She was smiling once more. "I don't know what you would consider
extensively," she said. "I was educated in Paris, I have spent
innumerable winters in Rome and quite as many summers in Scotland,
England, Switzerland, Germ--"
"I know who you are!" he cried out enthusiastically. To his
amazement, a startled expression leaped into her eyes. "You are
travelling under an assumed name." She remained perfectly still,
watching him with an anxious smile on her lips. "You are no other
than Miss Baedeker, the well-known authoress."
It seemed to him that she breathed deeply. At any rate, her brow
cleared and her smile was positively enchanting. Never, in all his
life, had he gazed upon a lovelier face. His heart began to beat with
a rapidity that startled him, and a queer little sensation, as of
smothering, made it difficult for him to speak naturally in his next
attempt.
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