And then I walked out of the room. After all, what was the use of
saying anything? And what could I say that would have done me any
service? If they were capable of thinking me a thief,--which they
certainly did,--nothing that I could say would remove the impression.
Nor, as I thought, was it suitable that I should defend myself from
such an imputation. What were the Greenes to me? So I walked slowly
out of the room, and never again saw one of the family from that day
to this.

As I stood upon the beach the next morning, while my portmanteau was
being handed into the boat, I gave the Boots five zwanzigers. I was
determined to show him that I did not condescend to feel anger against
him.

He took the money, looked into my face, and then whispered to me, "Why
did you not give me a word of notice beforehand?" he said, and winked
his eye. He was evidently a thief, and took me to be another;--but
what did it matter?

I went thence to Milan, in which city I had no heart to look at
anything; thence to Verona, and so over the pass of the Brenner to
Innspruck. When I once found myself near to my dear friends the
Walkers I was again a happy man; and I may safely declare that, though
a portion of my journey was so troublesome and unfortunate, I look
back upon that tour as the happiest and the luckiest epoch of my life.