"I am glad," he responded absently, "that you admire my favourite Alps." Nothing more. I tried to prick him to the consideration of the scenery by asking him which were his favourite Alps, but this also came to nothing. Having acknowledged his approval of the Alps, he seemed willing to let them go unadorned by either fact or fancy. I offered him sandwiches, but he seemed to prefer his moustache. Presently he roused himself. "I'm afraid you must think me very uninteresting, Miss Wick," he said. "Dear me, no," I replied. "On the contrary, I think you are a lovely type." "Type of an Englishman?" Mr. Mafferton was not displeased. "Type of some Englishmen. You would not care to represent the--ah, commercial classes?" "If I had been born in that station," replied Mr. Mafferton modestly, "I should be very glad to represent them. But I should _not_ care to be a Labour candidate." "It wouldn't be very appropriate, would it?" I suggested. "But do you ever mean to run for anything, really?" "Certainly not," Mr. Mafferton replied, with slight resentment. "In our family we never run. But, of course, I will succeed my uncle in the Upper House." "Dear me!" I exclaimed. "So you will! I should think it would be simply lovely to be born a legislator. In our country it is attained by such painful degrees." It flashed upon me in a moment why Mr. Mafferton was so industrious in collecting general information. He was storing it up against the day when he would be able to make speeches, which nobody could interrupt, in the House of Lords. The conversation flagged again, and I was driven to comment upon the appearance of the little German down in the _interieur_. It was quite remarkable, apart from the bloom on his nose, his pale-blue eyes wandered so irresponsibly in their sockets, and his scanty, flaxen beard made such an unsuccessful effort to disguise the amiability of his chin. He wore a braided cotton coat to keep cool, and a woollen comforter to keep warm, and from time to time he smilingly invited the attention of the other three to vast green maps of the country, which I could see him apologising for spreading over Mrs. Portheris's capacious lap. It was interesting to watch his joyous sense of being in foreign society, and his determination to be agreeable even if he had to talk all the time. Now and then a sentence bubbled up over the noise of the wheels, as when he had the happiness to discover the nationalities of his fellow-travellers. "Ach, is it so? From England, from America also, and I from Markadorf am! Four peoples, to see zis so beautiful Switzerland from everyveres in one carriage we are come!" He smiled at them one after another in the innocent joy of this wonderful fact, and it made me quite unhappy to see how unresponsive they had grown. "In America I haf one uncle got----" "No, I don't know him," said the Senator, who was extremely tired of being expected to keep up with society in Castle Garden.