had　to　give　up　thought　of　finding　them；　but　made　the　coachman　turn
  round　and　round　again。　　All　day　he　drove　about；　far　into　the　country；
  and　kept　urging　the　driver　to　use　greater　speed。　　He　was　in　a　strange
  state　of　hurry　and　elation。　　Finally；　he　dined　at　a　little　country
  inn；　and　this　gave　the　measure　of　his　disturbancethe　dinner　was
  atrocious。
  Returning　late　in　the　evening　he　found　a　note　written　by　Traquair。
  〃Are　you　in　your　senses；　man？〃　it　asked；　〃we　have　no　more　time　to
  waste　idling　about　here。　　If　you　want　to　rejoin　us；　come　on　to
  Danielli's　Hotel；　Venice。〃　　Swithin　chuckled　when　he　read　it；　and
  feeling　frightfully　tired；　went　to　bed　and　slept　like　a　log。
  VI
  Three　weeks　later　he　was　still　in　Salzburg；　no　longer　at　the　Goldene
  Alp；　but　in　rooms　over　a　shop　near　the　Boleskeys'。　　He　had　spent　a
  small　fortune　in　the　purchase　of　flowers。　　Margit　would　croon　over
  them；　but　Rozsi；　with　a　sober　〃Many　tanks！〃　as　if　they　were　her
  right；　would　look　long　at　herself　in　the　glass；　and　pin　one　into　her
  hair。　　Swithin　ceased　to　wonder；　he　ceased　to　wonder　at　anything　they
  did。　　One　evening　he　found　Boleskey　deep　in　conversation　with　a　pale；
  dishevelled…looking　person。
  〃Our　friend　Mr。　ForsyteCount　D。。。。；〃　said　Boleskey。
  Swithin　experienced　a　faint；　unavoidable　emotion；　but　looking　at　the
  Count's　trousers；　he　thought：　'Doesn't　look　much　like　one！'　　And　with
  an　ironic　bow　to　the　silent　girls；　he　turned；　and　took　his　hat。　　But
  when　he　had　reached　the　bottom　of　the　dark　stairs　he　heard　footsteps。
  Rozsi　came　running　down；　looked　out　at　the　door；　and　put　her　hands　up
  to　her　breast　as　if　disappointed；　suddenly　with　a　quick　glance　round
  she　saw　him。　　Swithin　caught　her　arm。　　She　slipped　away；　and　her　face
  seemed　to　bubble　with　defiance　or　laughter；　she　ran　up　three　steps；
  stopped；　looked　at　him　across　her　shoulder；　and　fled　on　up　the
  stairs。　　Swithin　went　out　bewildered　and　annoyed。
  'What　was　she　going　to　say　to　me？'　he　kept　thinking。　　During　these
  three　weeks　he　had　asked　himself　all　sorts　of　questions：　whether　he
  were　being　made　a　fool　of；　whether　she　were　in　love　with　him；　what　he
  was　doing　there；　and　sometimes　at　night；　with　all　his　candles　burning
  as　if　he　wanted　light；　the　breeze　blowing　on　him　through　the　window；
  his　cigar；　half…smoked；　in　his　hand；　he　sat；　an　hour　or　more；　staring
  at　the　wall。　　'Enough　of　this！'　he　thought　every　morning。　　Twice　he
  packed　fullyonce　he　ordered　his　travelling　carriage；　but
  countermanded　it　the　following　day。　　What　definitely　he　hoped；
  intended；　resolved；　he　could　not　have　said。　　He　was　always　thinking
  of　Rozsi；　he　could　not　read　the　riddle　in　her　faceshe　held　him　in　a
  vice；　notwithstanding　that　everything　about　her　threatened　the　very
  fetishes　of　his　existence。　　And　Boleskey！　　Whenever　he　looked　at　him
  he　thought；　'If　he　were　only　clean？'　and　mechanically　fingered　his
  own　well…tied　cravatte。　　To　talk　with　the　fellow；　too；　was　like　being
  forced　to　look　at　things　which　had　no　place　in　the　light　of　day。
  Freedom；　equality；　self…sacrifice！
  'Why　can't　he　settle　down　at　some　business；'　he　thought；　'instead　of
  all　this　talk？'　Boleskey's　sudden　diffidences；　self…depreciation；
  fits　of　despair；　irritated　him。　　〃Morbid　beggar！〃　he　would　mutter；
  〃thank　God　I　haven't　a　thin　skin。〃　　And　proud　too！　　Extraordinary！
  An　impecunious　fellow　like　that！　　One　evening；　moreover；　Boleskey　had
  returned　home　drunk。　　Swithin　had　hustled　him　away　into　his　bedroom；
  helped　him　to　undress；　and　stayed　until　he　was　asleep。　　'Too　much　of
  a　good　thing！'　he　thought；　'before　his　own　daughters；　too！'　　It　was
  after　this　that　he　ordered　his　travelling　carriage。　　The　other
  occasion　on　which　he　packed　was　one　evening；　when　not　only　Boleskey；
  but　Rozsi　herself　had　picked　chicken　bones　with　her　fingers。
  Often　in　the　mornings　he　would　go　to　the　Mirabell　Garden　to　smoke　his
  cigar；　there；　in　stolid　contemplation　of　the　statuesrows　of　half…
  heroic　men　carrying　off　half…distressful　femaleshe　would　spend　an
  hour　pleasantly；　his　hat　tilted　to　keep　the　sun　off　his　nose。　　The
  day　after　Rozsi　had　fled　from　him　on　the　stairs；　he　came　there　as
  usual。　　It　was　a　morning　of　blue　sky　and　sunlight　glowing　on　the　old
  prim　garden；　on　its　yew…trees；　and　serio…comic　statues；　and　walls
  covered　with　apricots　and　plums。　　When　Swithin　approached　his　usual
  seat；　who　should　be　sitting　there　but　Rozsi
  〃Good…morning；〃　he　stammered；　〃you　knew　this　was　my　seat　then？〃
  Rozsi　looked　at　the　ground。　　〃Yes；〃　she　answered。
  Swithin　felt　bewildered。　　〃Do　you　know；〃　he　said；　〃you　treat　me　very
  funnily？〃
  To　his　surprise　Rozsi　put　her　little　soft　hand　down　and　touched　his；
  then；　without　a　word；　sprang　up　and　rushed　away。　　It　took　him　a
  minute　to　recover。　　There　were　people　present；　he　did　not　like　to
  run；　but　overtook　her　on　the　bridge；　and　slipped　her　hand　beneath　his
  arm。
  〃You　shouldn't　have　done　that；〃　he　said；　〃you　shouldn't　have　run　away
  from　me；　you　know。〃
  Rozsi　laughed。　　Swithin　withdrew　his　arm；　a　desire　to　shake　her
  seized　him。　　He　walked　some　way　before　he　said；　〃Will　you　have　the
  goodness　to　tell　me　what　you　came　to　that　seat　for？〃
  Rozsi　flashed　a　look　at　him。　　〃To…morrow　is　the　fete；〃　she　answered。
  Swithin　muttered；　〃Is　that　all？〃
  〃If　you　do　not　take　us；　we　cannot　go。〃
  〃Suppose　I　refuse；〃　he　said　sullenly；　〃there　are　plenty　of　others。〃
  Rozsi　bent　her　head；　scurrying　along。　　〃No；〃　she　murmured；　〃if　you　do
  not　goI　do　not　wish。〃
  Swithin　drew　her　hand　back　within　his　arm。　　How　round　and　soft　it
  was！　　He　tried　to　see　her　face。　　When　she　was　nearly　home　he　said
  goodbye；　not　wishing；　for　some　dark　reason；　to　be　seen　with　her。　　He
  watched　till　she　had　disappeared；　then　slowly　retraced　his　steps　to
  the　Mirabell　Garden。　　When　he　came　to　where　she　had　been　sitting；　he
  slowly　lighted　his　cigar；　and　for　a　long　time　after　it　was　smoked　out
  remained　there　in　the　silent　presence　of　the　statues。
  VII
  A　crowd　of　people　wandered　round　the　booths；　and　Swithin　found
  himself　obliged　to　give　the　girls　his　arms。　　'Like　a　little　Cockney
  clerk！'　he　thought。　　His　indignation　passed　unnoticed；　they　talked；
  they　laughed；　each　sight　and　sound　in　all　the　hurly…burly　seemed　to
  go　straight　into　their　hearts。　　He　eyed　them　ironicallytheir　eager
  voices；　and　little　coos　of　sympathy　seemed　to　him　vulgar。　　In　the
  thick　of　the　crowd　he　slipped　his　arm　out　of　Margit's；　but；　just　as
  he　thought　that　he　was　free；　the　unwelcome　hand　slid　up　again。　　He
  tried　again；　but　again　Margit　reappeared；　serene；　and　full　of
  pleasant　humour；　and　his　failure　this　time　appeared　to　him　in　a　comic
  light。　　But　when　Rozsi　leaned　across　him；　the　glow　of　her　round
  cheek；　her　curving　lip；　the　inscrutable　grey　gleam　of　her　eyes；　sent
  a　thrill　of　longing　through　him。　　He　was　obliged　to　stand　by　while
  they　parleyed　with　a　gipsy；　whose　matted　locks　and　skinny　hands
  inspired　him　with　a　not　unwarranted　disgust。　　〃Folly！〃　he　muttered；
  as　Rozsi　held　out　her　palm。　　The　old　woman　mumbled；　and　shot　a
  malignant　look　at　him。　　Rozsi　drew　back　her　hand；　and　crossed
  herself。　　'　Folly！'　Swithin　thought　again；　and　seizing　the　girls'
  arms；　he　hurried　them　away。
  〃What　did　the　old　hag　say？〃　he　asked。
  Rozsi　shook　her　head。
  〃You　don't　mean　that　you　believe？〃
  Her　eyes　were　full　of　tears。　　〃The　gipsies　are　wise；〃　she　murmured。
  〃Come；　what　did　she　tell　you？〃
  This　time　Rozsi　looked　hurriedly　round；　and　slipped　away　into　the
  crowd。　　After　a　hunt　they　found　her；　and　Swithin；　who　was　scared；
  growled：　〃You　shouldn't　do　such　thingsit's　not　respectable。〃
  On　higher　ground；　in　the　centre　of　a　clear　space；　a　military　band　was
  playing。　　For　the　privilege　of　entering　this　charmed　circle　Swithin
  paid　three　kronen；　choosing　naturally　the　best　seats。　　He　ordered
  wine；　too；　watching　Rozsi　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye　as　he　poured
  it　out。　　The　protecting　tenderness　of　yesterday　was　all　lost　in　this
  medley。　　It　was　every　man　for　himself；　after　all！　　The　colour　had
  deepened　again　in　her　cheeks；　she　laughed；　pouting　her　lips。
  Suddenly　she　put　her　glass　aside。　　〃Thank　you；　very　much；〃　she　said；
  〃it　is　enough！〃
  Margit；　whose　pretty　mouth　was　all　smiles；　cried；　〃Lieber　Gott！　is　it
  not　good…life？〃　　It　was　not　a　question　Swithin　could　undertake　to
  answer。　　The　band　began　to　play　a　waltz。　　〃Now　they　will　dance。
  Lieber　Gott！　and　are　the　lights　not　wonderful？〃　　Lamps　were
  flickering　beneath　the　trees　like　a　swarm　of　fireflies。　　There　was　a
  hum　as　from　a　gigantic　beehive。　　Passers…by　lifted　their　faces；　then
  vanished　into　the　crowd；　Rozsi　stood　gazing　at　them　spellbound；　as　if
  their　very　going　and　coming　were　a　delight。
  The　space　was　soon　full　of　whirling　couples。　　Rozsi's　head　began　to
  beat　time。　　〃O　Margit！〃　she　whispered。
  Swithin's　face　had　assumed　a　solemn；　uneasy　expression。　　A　man
  raising　his　hat；　offered　his　arm　to　Margit。　　She　glanc