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"
There
’
s
a
lot
of
business
,
"
said
Baby
.
"
First
place
,
there
’
s
news
from
home
—
the
property
we
used
to
call
the
station
property
.
The
railroads
only
bought
the
centre
of
it
at
first
.
Now
they
’
ve
bought
the
rest
,
and
it
belonged
to
Mother
.
It
’
s
a
question
of
investing
the
money
.
"
Pretending
to
be
repelled
by
this
gross
turn
in
the
conversation
,
the
Englishman
made
for
a
girl
on
the
floor
.
Following
him
for
an
instant
with
the
uncertain
eyes
of
an
American
girl
in
the
grip
of
a
life
-
long
Anglophilia
,
Baby
continued
defiantly
:
"
It
’
s
a
lot
of
money
.
It
’
s
three
hundred
thousand
apiece
.
I
keep
an
eye
on
my
own
investments
but
Nicole
doesn
’
t
know
anything
about
securities
,
and
I
don
’
t
suppose
you
do
either
.
"
"
I
’
ve
got
to
meet
the
train
,
"
Dick
said
evasively
.
Outside
he
inhaled
damp
snowflakes
that
he
could
no
longer
see
against
the
darkening
sky
.
Three
children
sledding
past
shouted
a
warning
in
some
strange
language
;
he
heard
them
yell
at
the
next
bend
and
a
little
farther
on
he
heard
sleigh
-
bells
coming
up
the
hill
in
the
dark
.
The
holiday
station
glittered
with
expectancy
,
boys
and
girls
waiting
for
new
boys
and
girls
,
and
by
the
time
the
train
arrived
,
Dick
had
caught
the
rhythm
,
and
pretended
to
Franz
Gregorovius
that
he
was
clipping
off
a
half
-
hour
from
an
endless
roll
of
pleasures
.
But
Franz
had
some
intensity
of
purpose
at
the
moment
that
fought
through
any
superimposition
of
mood
on
Dick
’
s
part
.
"
I
may
get
up
to
Zurich
for
a
day
,
"
Dick
had
written
,
"
or
you
can
manage
to
come
to
Lausanne
.
"
Franz
had
managed
to
come
all
the
way
to
Gstaad
.
He
was
forty
.
Upon
his
healthy
maturity
reposed
a
set
of
pleasant
official
manners
,
but
he
was
most
at
home
in
a
somewhat
stuffy
safety
from
which
he
could
despise
the
broken
rich
whom
he
re
-
educated
.
His
scientific
heredity
might
have
bequeathed
him
a
wider
world
but
he
seemed
to
have
deliberately
chosen
the
standpoint
of
an
humbler
class
,
a
choice
typified
by
his
selection
of
a
wife
.
At
the
hotel
Baby
Warren
made
a
quick
examination
of
him
,
and
failing
to
find
any
of
the
hall
-
marks
she
respected
,
the
subtler
virtues
or
courtesies
by
which
the
privileged
classes
recognized
one
another
,
treated
him
thereafter
with
her
second
manner
.
Nicole
was
always
a
little
afraid
of
him
.
Dick
liked
him
,
as
he
liked
his
friends
,
without
reservations
.
For
the
evening
they
were
sliding
down
the
hill
into
the
village
,
on
those
little
sleds
which
serve
the
same
purpose
as
gondolas
do
in
Venice
.
Their
destination
was
a
hotel
with
an
old
-
fashioned
Swiss
tap
-
room
,
wooden
and
resounding
,
a
room
of
clocks
,
kegs
,
steins
,
and
antlers
.
Many
parties
at
long
tables
blurred
into
one
great
party
and
ate
fondue
—
a
peculiarly
indigestible
form
of
Welsh
rarebit
,
mitigated
by
hot
spiced
wine
.
It
was
jolly
in
the
big
room
;
the
younger
Englishman
remarked
it
and
Dick
conceded
that
there
was
no
other
word
.
With
the
pert
heady
wine
he
relaxed
and
pretended
that
the
world
was
all
put
together
again
by
the
gray
-
haired
men
of
the
golden
nineties
who
shouted
old
glees
at
the
piano
,
by
the
young
voices
and
the
bright
costumes
toned
into
the
room
by
the
swirling
smoke
.
