People stared after him with smiles of admiration, and never a
_cocher'_ passed him by without a genial, inviting tilt of the
eyebrow and a tentative pull at the reins, only to meet with a
pleasant shake of the head or the negative flourish of a bamboo cane.
Night came and with it the silvery glow of moonlight across the hoary
headed queen of the Oberland. When Robin came out from dinner he
seated himself on the porch, expectant, eager--and vastly lonesome.
An unaccountable shyness afflicted him, rendering him quite incapable
of sending his card up to the one who could have dispelled the
gathering gloom with a single glance of the eye. Would she come
stealing out ostensibly to look at the night-capped peak, but with
furtive glances into the shadows of the porch in quest of--But no!
She would not do that! She would come attended by the exasperating
Mr. White and the friendly duenna. Her starry eyes, directed
elsewhere, would only serve to increase the depth of the shadows in
which he lurked impatient.
She came at last--and alone.
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