Where, then, is the magic? Listen. These mountains are never the same. To-day they are very nigh; to-morrow they will stand farther than you have ever seen them. On Monday they will lie a mere ridge above the foot-hills; on Tuesday they will be towering, so that you must lift up your eyes to find the summits. But yesterday you marvelled at their stablishment; this morning they will be floating above the world. One week the clear-cut beauty of their lines and curves gladdens your heart; the next, a mocking mystery of soft blurred battlements will tease your vision. Such shifting sorcery is never stale. Light, shade, and atmosphere play such fantastic tricks with Pau's fair heritage that the grey town, curled comfortably in the sunshine upon her plateau's edge, looks not on one, but upon many prospects. The pageant of the Pyrenees is never done. As for the wedding garment which they had put on in the night--it made us all late for breakfast. The door opened to admit Berry. The look of resignation upon his face and the silence in which he took his seat where highly eloquent. There was no need to ask what was the matter. We knew. Big with the knowledge, we waited upon the edge of laughter. As he received his coffee-- "I'm not going on like this," he said shortly. "It's insanitary." Adèle's lips twitched, and Jill put a hand to her mouth. "I can't think how it is," said Daphne. "Mine was all right." "Of course it was," retorted her husband. "So was Adèle's. So was Jill's. By the time you three nymphs are through, there's no hot water left." "That," said I, "is where the geyser comes in. The agent was at some pains to point out that it was an auxiliary." "Was he, indeed?" said Berry. "Well, if he'd been at some pains to point out that it leaked, stank, became white-hot, and was generally about the finest labour-wasting device ever invented, he'd 've been nearer the mark. If he'd added that it wasn't a geyser at all, but a cross between a magic lantern and a money-box----" "Knack," said Jonah. "That's all it needs. You haven't got the hang of it yet." The savagery with which my brother-in-law attacked a roll was almost frightening. "W-why money-box?" said Jill tremulously. "Because," said Berry, "it has to be bribed to devil you. Until you've put ten centimes in the metre, you don't get any gas. It's a pretty idea." Adèle began to shake with laughter. "You must have done something wrong," said I. Berry shrugged his shoulders. "Provided," he said, "that you are fairly active and physically fit, you can't go wrong. But it's a strain on one's sanity.... No, I don't think I'll have any omelet. They're so impatient." I decided to apply the spur. "But the agent showed us exactly----"