eyes　staring　at　the　wall。
  Swithin　rose；　and　stammered；　〃Much　obligedvery　interesting。〃
  Boleskey　made　no　effort　to　detain　him；　but　continued　staring　at　the
  wall。　　〃Good…night！〃　said　Swithin；　and　stamped　heavily　downstairs。
  III
  When　at　last　Swithin　reached　the　Goldene　Alp；　he　found　his　brother
  and　friend　standing　uneasily　at　the　door。　　Traquair；　a　prematurely
  dried…up　man；　with　whiskers　and　a　Scotch　accent；　remarked；　〃Ye're
  airly；　man！〃　　Swithin　growled　something　unintelligible；　and　swung　up
  to　bed。　　He　discovered　a　slight　cut　on　his　arm。　　He　was　in　a　savage
  temperthe　elements　had　conspired　to　show　him　things　he　did　not　want
  to　see；　yet　now　and　then　a　memory　of　Rozsi；　of　her　soft　palm　in　his；
  a　sense　of　having　been　stroked　and　flattered；　came　over　him。　　During
  breakfast　next　morning　his　brother　and　Traquair　announced　their
  intention　of　moving　on。　　James　Forsyte；　indeed；　remarked　that　it　was
  no　place　for　a　〃collector；〃　since　all　the　〃old〃　shops　were　in　the
  hands　of　Jews　or　very　grasping　personshe　had　discovered　this　at
  once。　　Swithin　pushed　his　cup　aside。　　〃You　may　do　what　you　like；〃　he
  said；　〃I'm　staying　here。〃
  James　Forsyte　replied；　tumbling　over　his　own　words：　〃Why！　what　do　you
  want　to　stay　here　for？　　There's　nothing　for　you　to　do　herethere's
  nothing　to　see　here；　unless　you　go　up　the　Citadel；　an'　you　won't　do
  that。〃
  Swithin　growled；　〃Who　says　so？〃　　Having　gratified　his　perversity；　he
  felt　in　a　better　temper。　　He　had　slung　his　arm　in　a　silk　sash；　and
  accounted　for　it　by　saying　he　had　slipped。　　Later　he　went　out　and
  walked　on　to　the　bridge。　　In　the　brilliant　sunshine　spires　were
  glistening　against　the　pearly　background　of　the　hills；　the　town　had　a
  clean；　joyous　air。　　Swithin　glanced　at　the　Citadel　and　thought；
  'Looks　a　strong　place！　Shouldn't　wonder　if　it　were　impregnable！'　　And
  this　for　some　occult　reason　gave　him　pleasure。　　It　occurred　to　him
  suddenly　to　go　and　look　for　the　Hungarian's　house。
  About　noon；　after　a　hunt　of　two　hours；　he　was　gazing　about　him
  blankly；　pale　with　heat；　but　more　obstinate　than　ever；　when　a　voice
  above　him　called；　〃Mister！〃　He　looked　up　and　saw　Rozsi。　　She　was
  leaning　her　round　chin　on　her　round　hand；　gazing　down　at　him　with　her
  deepset；　clever　eyes。　　When　Swithin　removed　his　hat；　she　clapped　her
  hands。　　Again　he　had　the　sense　of　being　admired；　caressed。　　With　a
  careless　air；　that　sat　grotesquely　on　his　tall　square　person；　he
  walked　up　to　the　door；　both　girls　stood　in　the　passage。　　Swithin　felt
  a　confused　desire　to　speak　in　some　foreign　tongue。　　〃Maam'selles；〃　he
  began；　〃erbong　jour…er；　your　fatherpare；　comment？〃
  〃We　also　speak　English；〃　said　the　elder　girl；　〃will　you　come　in；
  please？〃
  Swithin　swallowed　a　misgiving；　and　entered。　　The　room　had　a　worn
  appearance　by　daylight；　as　if　it　had　always　been　the　nest　of　tragic
  or　vivid　lives。　　He　sat　down；　and　his　eyes　said：　〃I　am　a　stranger；
  but　don't　try　to　get　the　better　of　me；　pleasethat　is　impossible。〃
  The　girls　looked　at　him　in　silence。　　Rozsi　wore　a　rather　short　skirt
  of　black　stuff；　a　white　shirt；　and　across　her　shoulders　an
  embroidered　yoke；　her　sister　was　dressed　in　dark　green；　with　a　coral
  necklace；　both　girls　had　their　hair　in　plaits。　　After　a　minute　Rozsi
  touched　the　sleeve　of　his　hurt　arm。
  〃It's　nothing！〃　muttered　Swithin。
  〃Father　fought　with　a　chair；　but　you　had　no　chair；〃　she　said　in　a
  wondering　voice。
  He　doubled　the　fist　of　his　sound　arm　and　struck　a　blow　at　space。　　To
  his　amazement　she　began　to　laugh。　　Nettled　at　this；　he　put　his　hand
  beneath　the　heavy　table　and　lifted　it。　　Rozsi　clapped　her　hands。　　〃Ah
  I　now　I　seehow　strong　you　are！〃　　She　made　him　a　curtsey　and　whisked
  round　to　the　window。　　He　found　the　quick　intelligence　of　her　eyes
  confusing；　sometimes　they　seemed　to　look　beyond　him　at　something
  invisiblethis；　too；　confused　him。　　From　Margit　he　learned　that　they
  had　been　two　years　in　England；　where　their　father　had　made　his　living
  by　teaching　languages；　they　had　now　been　a　year　in　Salzburg。
  〃We　wait；〃　suddenly　said。　　Rozsi；　and　Margit；　with　a　solemn　face；
  repeated；　〃We　wait。〃
  Swithin's　eyes　swelled　a　little　with　his　desire　to　see　what　they　were
  waiting　for。　　How　queer　they　were；　with　their　eyes　that　gazed　beyond
  him！　　He　looked　at　their　figures。　　'She　would　pay　for　dressing；'　he
  thought；　and　he　tried　to　imagine　Rozsi　in　a　skirt　with　proper
  flounces；　a　thin　waist；　and　hair　drawn　back　over　her　ears。　　She　would
  pay　for　dressing；　with　that　supple　figure；　fluffy　hair；　and　little
  hands！　　And　instantly　his　own　hands；　face；　and　clothes　disturbed　him。
  He　got　up；　examined　the　pistols　on　the　wall；　and　felt　resentment　at
  the　faded；　dusty　room。　　'Smells　like　a　pot…house！'　he　thought。　　He
  sat　down　again　close　to　Rozsi。
  〃Do　you　love　to　dance？〃　she　asked；　〃to　dance　is　to　live。　　First　you
  hear　the　musichow　your　feet　itch！　　It　is　wonderful！　　You　begin
  slow；　quickquicker；　you　flyyou　know　nothingyour　feet　are　in　the
  air。　　It　is　wonderful！〃
  A　slow　flush　had　mounted　into　Swithin's　face。
  〃Ah！〃　continued　Rozsi；　her　eyes　fixed　on　him；　〃when　I　am　dancingout
  there　I　see　the　plainsyour　feet　go　onetwothreequick；　quick；
  quick；　quickeryou　fly。〃
  She　stretched　herself；　a　shiver　seemed　to　pass　all　down　her。
  〃Margit！　dance！〃　and；　to　Swithin's　consternation；　the　two　girls
  their　hands　on　each　other's　shouldersbegan　shuffling　their　feet　and
  swaying　to　and　fro。　　Their　heads　were　thrown　back；　their　eyes　half…
  closed；　suddenly　the　step　quickened；　they　swung　to　one　side；　then　to
  the　other；　and　began　whirling　round　in　front　of　him。　　The　sudden
  fragrance　of　rose　leaves　enveloped　him。　　Round　they　flew　again。
  While　they　were　still　dancing；　Boleskey　came　into　the　room。　　He
  caught　Swithin　by　both　hands。
  〃Brother；　welcome！　Ah！　your　arm　is　hurt！　I　do　not　forget。〃　　His
  yellow　face　and　deep…set　eyes　expressed　a　dignified　gratitude。　　〃Let
  me　introduce　to　you　my　friend　Baron　Kasteliz。〃
  Swithin　bowed　to　a　man　with　a　small　forehead；　who　had　appeared
  softly；　and　stood　with　his　gloved　hands　touching　his　waist。　　Swithin
  conceived　a　sudden　aversion　for　this　catlike　man。　　About　Boleskey
  there　was　that　which　made　contempt　impossiblethe　sense　of
  comradeship　begotten　in　the　fight；　the　man's　height；　something　lofty
  and　savage　in　his　face；　and　an　obscure　instinct　that　it　would　not　pay
  to　show　distaste；　but　this　Kasteliz；　with　his　neat　jaw；　low　brow；　and
  velvety；　volcanic　look；　excited　his　proper　English　animosity。　　〃Your
  friends　are　mine；〃　murmured　Kasteliz。　　He　spoke　with　suavity；　and
  hissed　his　s's。　　A　long；　vibrating　twang　quavered　through　the　room。
  Swithin　turned　and　saw　Rozsi　sitting　at　the　czymbal；　the　notes　rang
  under　the　little　hammers　in　her　hands；　incessant；　metallic；　rising
  and　falling　with　that　strange　melody。　　Kasteliz　had　fixed　his　glowing
  eyes　on　her；　Boleskey；　nodding　his　head；　was　staring　at　the　floor；
  Margit；　with　a　pale　face；　stood　like　a　statue。
  'What　can　they　see　in　it？'　thought　Swithin；　'it's　not　a　tune。'　　He
  took　up　his　hat。　　Rozsi　saw　him　and　stopped；　her　lips　had　parted　with
  a　faintly　dismayed　expression。　　His　sense　of　personal　injury
  diminished；　he　even　felt　a　little　sorry　for　her。　　She　jumped　up　from
  her　seat　and　twirled　round　with　a　pout。　　An　inspiration　seized　on
  Swithin。　　〃Come　and　dine　with　me；〃　he　said　to　Boleskey；　〃to…morrow
  the　Goldene　Alpbring　your　friend。〃　　He　felt　the　eyes　of　the　whole
  room　on　himthe　Hungarian's　fine　eyes；　Margit's　wide　glance；　the
  narrow；　hot　gaze　of　Kasteliz；　and　lastlyRozsi's。　　A　glow　of
  satisfaction　ran　down　his　spine。　　When　he　emerged　into　the　street
  he　thought　gloomily；　'Now　I've　done　it！'　And　not　for　some　paces　did
  he　look　round；　then；　with　a　forced　smile；　turned　and　removed　his　hat
  to　the　faces　at　the　window。
  Notwithstanding　this　moment　of　gloom；　however；　he　was　in　an　exalted
  state　all　day；　and　at　dinner　kept　looking　at　his　brother　and　Traquair
  enigmatically。　　'What　do　they　know　of　life？'　he　thought；　'they　might
  be　here　a　year　and　get　no　farther。'　　He　made　jokes；　and　pinned　the
  menu　to　the　waiter's　coat…tails。　　〃I　like　this　place；〃　he　said；　〃I
  shall　spend　three　weeks　here。〃　　James；　whose　lips　were　on　the　point
  of　taking　in　a　plum；　looked　at　him　uneasily。
  IV
  On　the　day　of　the　dinner　Swithin　suffered　a　good　deal。　　He　reflected
  gloomily　on　Boleskey's　clothes。　　He　had　fixed　an　early　hourthere
  would　be　fewer　people　to　see　them。　　When　the　time　approached　he
  attired　himself　with　a　certain　neat　splendour；　and　though　his　arm　was
  still　sore；　left　off　the　sling。。。。
  Nearly　three　hours　afterwards　he　left　the　Goldene　Alp　between　his
  guests。　　It　was　sunset；　and　along　the　riverbank　the　houses　stood　out；
  unsoftened　by　the　dusk；　the　streets　were　full　of　people　hurrying
  home。　　Swithin　had　a　hazy　vision　of　empty　bottles；　of　the　ground
  before　his　feet；　and　the　accessibility　of　all　the　world。　　Dim
  recollections　of　the　good　things　he　had　sa