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〃And Where are you going？〃 stammered Miss Vance； dismayed。
〃I don't know。 There is so muchit has all been waiting so long for me。 There are the cathedralsand the mountains。 Or the Holy Land。 Perhaps I may try to write again。 There seems to be a dumb word or two in me。 Don't be angry with me； Clara；〃 throwing her arms about her cousin； the tears rushing to her eyes。 〃I may come back to you and little Lucy some time。 But just now I want to be alone and fancy myself young。 I never was young。〃
When Lucy stole into her old friend's chamber the next morning as usual to drink her cup of coffee with her； she found the door open and the room in disorder； and she was told that Mrs。 Waldeaux had left London at daybreak。
CHAPTER VII
During the year which followed； Mr。 Perry was forced to return to the States； but he made two flying trips across 〃the pond；〃 as he called it； in the interests of his magazine； always running down his prey of notorieties in that quarter of Europe in which Miss Vance and her charges chanced to be。
When he came in July he found them in a humble little inn in Bozen。 He looked with contempt at the stone floors； the clean cell…like chambers； each with its narrow bed； and blue stone ewer perched on a wooden stool； and he sniffed with disgust when breakfast was served on a table set out in the Platz。
〃Don't know；〃 he said； 〃whether I can digest food； eating out of doors。 Myself； I never give in to these foreign ways。 It's time they learned manners from us。〃
〃I have no doubt；〃 said Miss Vance placidly； 〃that you can find one of the usual hotels built for rich Americans in the town。 We avoid them。 We search out the inns du pays to see as far behind the scenes as we can。 I don't care to go to those huge houses with mobs of Chicagoans and New Yorkers； and have the couriers and portiers turn the flashlights on Europe for me； as if it were a burlesque show。〃
〃Now； that's just what I like！〃 said Perry。 〃I always go to the houses where the royalties put up。 I like to order better dishes and give bigger tips than they do。 They don't know Jem Perry from Adam； but it's my way of waving the American flag。〃
〃I am afraid we have no such patriotic motive；〃 said Clara。 〃My girls seem to care for nothing now but art。 We have made this little inn our headquarters in the Tyrol chiefly out of love for the old church yonder。〃
Mr。 Perry glanced contemptuously across the Platz at the frowning gray building； and sat down with his back to it。
〃Art； eh？ Well； I've no doubt I could soon catch on to Art； if I turned my mind that way。 It pays； too；Art。 Not the fellows who paint； but the connoisseurs。 There's Miller from our town。 He was a drummer for a candy firm。 Had an eye for color。 Well； he buys pictures now for Americans who want galleries in their houses。 He bought his whole collection for Stoutthe great dealer in hams。 Why； Miller can tell the money value within five dollars； at sight； of any picture in Europe。 He's safe； too。 Never invests in pictures that aren't sure to go up in price。 Getting rich！ And began as a candy drummer！ No； ma'am！ Art's no mystery。 I've never taken it up myself。 Europe is sheer pleasure to me。 I get the best out of it。 I know where to lodge well； and I can tell you where the famous plats are cooked； and I have my coats built by Toole。 The house pays me a salary which justifies me in humoring my little follies；〃 stroking his red beard complacently。
Lucy's chubby face and steady blue eyes were turned on him thoughtfully； and presently； when they sauntered down the windy street together； he talked and she still silently watched him。
〃Miss Precision is weighing him in the balance；〃 said Jean； laughing； as she poured out more black coffee。 〃With all of her soft ways Lucy is shrewd。 She knows quite well why he races across the Atlantic； and why Prince Wolfburgh has backed away from us and charged on us again all summer。 She is cool。 She is measuring poor Perry's qualifications for a husband now just as she would materials for a cake。 A neat little inventory。 So much energy； so much honest kindnessso much vulgarity。 I couldn't do that。 If ever a man wants to marry me； I'll fly to him or away from him； as quick as the steel needle does when the magnet touches it。〃 Miss Vance listened to her attentively。 〃Jean；〃 she said； after a pause； 〃are you sure that it is Lucy whom the prince wishes to marry？〃
〃It is not I；〃 said Miss Hassard promptly。 〃He has thought of me several timeshe has weighed my qualifications。 But the man is in love with Lucy as honestly as a ploughman could be。 Don't you think I've tough luck？〃 she said； resting her elbow on the table and her chin on her palm； her keen gray eyes following Miss Dunbar and her lover as they loitered under the shadow of the church。 〃I am as young as Lucy。 I have a better brain and as big a dot。 But her lovers make her life a burden； and I never have had one。 Just because our noses and chins are made up differently！〃
〃Oh； my dear！〃 said Clara anxiously。 〃I never thought you cared for that kind of success！〃
〃I'm only human；〃 Jean laughed。 〃Of course I'm an artist。 I'm going to paint a great picture some day that all the world shall go mad about。 Of Eve。 I'll put all the power of all women into her。 But in the meantime I'd like to see one man turn pale and pant before me as the fat little prince does when Lucy snubs him。〃
〃Lucy is very hard to please；〃 complained Miss Vance。 〃She snubs Mr。 Perrynaturally。 But the princewhy should she not marry the prince？〃
〃Your generation；〃 said Jean； smiling slyly； 〃used to think that an unreasonable whim called love was a good thing in marriage〃
〃But why should she not love the prince？ He is honorable and kind； and quite passable as to looks Can there be any one else？〃 turning suddenly to Jean。
Miss Hassard looked at her a moment； hesitating。 〃Your cousin George used to be Lucy's type of a hero〃
〃Why！ the man is married！〃 Miss Vance stood up； her lean face reddening。 〃Jean！ You surprise me！ That kind of talkit's indecent！ It is that loose American idea of marriage that ends in hideous divorce cases。 But for one of my girls〃
〃It is a very old idea；〃 said Jean calmly。
〃David loved another man's wife。 Mind you； I don't accuse Lucy of loving any body； but when the needle has once touched the magnet it answers to its call ever after。〃
Miss Vance vouchsafed no answer。 She walked away across the Platz； jerking her bonnet strings into a knot。 Jean was one of the New Women！ Her opinions stuck out on every side like Briareus' hundred elbows！ You could not come near her without being jabbed by them。 Such women were all opinions； there was no softness； no feeling； no delicacy about them。 Skeletons with no flesh！ As for Lucy； she had no fear。 If even the child had loved George； she would have cast out every thought of him on his wedding day； as a Christian girl should do！
She passed Lucy at that moment。 She was leaning against one of the huge stone lions which crouch in front of the church； listening to Mr。 Perry。 If ever a pure soul looked into the world it was through those limpid eyes！
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