and hungry, so presently he forgot about the lady and enjoyed his
meal.

The appearance of the Buergenstock across the lake attracted him, as
afterwards he smoked another cigar under the trees. He would hire an
electric launch and go there and explore the paths. If only Pike were
with him--or--Isabella!

This idea he put into execution.

What a thing was a funicular railway. How steep and unpleasant, but
how quaint the tree-tops looked when one was up among them. Yes--
Lucerne was a good deal jollier than Paris. And he roamed about among
the trees, never noticing their beautiful colours. Presently he paused
to rest. He was soothed--even peaceful. If he had Pike he could
really be quite happy, he thought.

What was that rustle among the leaves above him? He looked up, and
started then as violently almost as he had done the night
before. Because there, peeping at him from the tender green of the
young beeches, was the lady in black. She looked down upon him through
the parted boughs, her black hat and long black veil making a sharp
silhouette against the vivid verdure, her whole face in tender shadow
and framed in the misty gauze.

Paul's heart beat violently. He felt a pulse in his throat--for a few
seconds.

He knew he was gazing into her eyes, and he thought he knew they were
green. They looked larger than he had imagined them to be. They were