“You are right; it is the same. The men who stared so at dinner are gay students perhaps, and ready for any prank. Don’t tell uncle, but let us see what will come of it. I begin to enjoy myself heartily now—don’t you?” said Amy, laying her glove carefully away. “I enjoyed myself before, but I think ‘_La belle Helène_’ gives an added relish to life, _Amie_,” laughed Nell, putting her flowers in water; and then both went back to their pillows, to dream delightfully till morning. * * * * * II. KARL, THE COURIER. “THREE days, at least, before we reach Baden. How tiresome it is that uncle won’t go faster!” said Amy, as she tied on her hat next morning, wondering as she did so if the baron would take the same boat. “As adventures have begun, I feel assured that they will continue to cheer the way; so resign yourself and be ready for anything,” replied Helen, carefully arranging her bouquet in her travelling-basket. A tap at the door, which stood half open, made both look up. A tall, brown, gentlemanly man, in a gray suit, with a leathern bag slung over his shoulder, stood there, hat in hand, and meeting Helen’s eyes, bowed respectfully, saying in good English, but with a strong German accent,— “Ladies, the major desired me to tell you the carriage waits.” “Why, who—” began Amy, staring with her blue eyes full of wonder at the stranger. He bowed again, and said, simply,— “Karl Hoffman, at your service, mademoiselle.” “The courier—oh, yes! I forgot all about it. Please take these things.” And Amy began to hand him her miscellaneous collection of bags, books, shawls and cushions. “I’d no idea couriers were such decent creatures,” whispered Amy, as they followed him along the hall. “Don’t you remember the raptures Mrs. Mortimer used to have over their Italian courier, and her funny description of him? ‘Beautiful to behold, with a night of hair, eyes full of an infinite tenderness, and a sumptuous cheek.’” Both girls laughed, and Amy averred that Karl’s eyes danced with merriment as he glanced over his shoulder, as the silvery peal sounded behind him. “Hush! he understands English; we must be careful,” said Helen, and neither spoke again till they reached the carriage. Everything was ready, and as they drove away, the major, leaning luxuriously back, exclaimed,— “Now I begin to enjoy travelling, for I’m no longer worried by the thought of luggage, time-tables, trains, and the everlasting perplexity of thalers, kreutzers, and pfenniges. This man is a treasure; everything is done in the best manner, and his knowledge of matters is really amazing.” “He’s a very gentlemanly-looking person,” said Amy, eying a decidedly aristocratic foot through the front window of the carriage, for Karl sat up beside the driver.