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Abbe Prevost - MANON LESCAUT
Alcott, Louisa M. - AN OLDFASHIONED GIRL
Alcott, Louisa M. - LITTLE MEN
Alcott, Louisa M. - LITTLE WOMEN
Alcott, Louisa May - JACK AND JILL
Alcott, Louisa May - LIFE LETTERS AND JOURNALS
Andersen, Hans Christian - FAIRY TALES
Anonimo - BEOWULF
Ariosto, Ludovico - ORLANDO ENRAGED
Aurelius, Marcus - MEDITATIONS
Austen, Jane - EMMA
Austen, Jane - MANSFIELD PARK
Austen, Jane - NORTHANGER ABBEY
Austen, Jane - PERSUASION
Austen, Jane - PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
Austen, Jane - SENSE AND SENSIBILITY
Authors, Various - LETTERS OF ABELARD AND HELOISE
Authors, Various - SELECTED ENGLISH LETTERS
Autori Vari - THE WORLD ENGLISH BIBLE
Bacon, Francis - THE ADVANCEMENT OF LEARNING
Balzac, Honore de - EUGENIE GRANDET
Balzac, Honore de - FATHER GORIOT
Baroness Orczy - THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL
Barrie, J. M. - PETER AND WENDY
Barrie, James M. - PETER PAN
Bierce, Ambrose - THE DEVIL'S DICTIONARY
Blake, William - SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND EXPERIENCE
Boccaccio, Giovanni - DECAMERONE
Brent, Linda - INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF A SLAVE GIRL
Bronte, Charlotte - JANE EYRE
Bronte, Charlotte - VILLETTE
Buchan, John - GREENMANTLE
Buchan, John - MR STANDFAST
Buchan, John - THE 39 STEPS
Bunyan, John - THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS
Burckhardt, Jacob - THE CIVILIZATION OF THE RENAISSANCE IN ITALY
Burnett, Frances H. - A LITTLE PRINCESS
Burnett, Frances H. - LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY
Burnett, Frances H. - THE SECRET GARDEN
Butler, Samuel - EREWHON
Carlyle, Thomas - PAST AND PRESENT
Carlyle, Thomas - THE FRENCH REVOLUTION
Cellini, Benvenuto - AUTOBIOGRAPHY
Cervantes - DON QUIXOTE
Chaucer, Geoffrey - THE CANTERBURY TALES
Chesterton, G. K. - A SHORT HISTORY OF ENGLAND
Chesterton, G. K. - THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE
Chesterton, G. K. - THE INNOCENCE OF FATHER BROWN
Chesterton, G. K. - THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
Chesterton, G. K. - THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY
Chesterton, G. K. - THE WISDOM OF FATHER BROWN
Chesterton, G. K. - TWELVE TYPES
Chesterton, G. K. - WHAT I SAW IN AMERICA
Chesterton, Gilbert K. - HERETICS
Chopin, Kate - AT FAULT
Chopin, Kate - BAYOU FOLK
Chopin, Kate - THE AWAKENING AND SELECTED SHORT STORIES
Clark Hall, John R. - A CONCISE ANGLOSAXON DICTIONARY
Clarkson, Thomas - AN ESSAY ON THE SLAVERY AND COMMERCE OF THE HUMAN SPECIES
Clausewitz, Carl von - ON WAR
Coleridge, Herbert - A DICTIONARY OF THE FIRST OR OLDEST WORDS IN THE ENGLISH
Coleridge, S. T. - COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS
Coleridge, S. T. - HINTS TOWARDS THE FORMATION OF A MORE COMPREHENSIVE THEORY
Coleridge, S. T. - THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER
Collins, Wilkie - THE MOONSTONE
Collodi - PINOCCHIO
Conan Doyle, Arthur - A STUDY IN SCARLET
Conan Doyle, Arthur - MEMOIRS OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
Conan Doyle, Arthur - THE HOUND OF THE BASKERVILLES
Conan Doyle, Arthur - THE RETURN OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
Conan Doyle, Arthur - THE SIGN OF THE FOUR
Conrad, Joseph - HEART OF DARKNESS
Conrad, Joseph - LORD JIM
Conrad, Joseph - NOSTROMO
Conrad, Joseph - THE NIGGER OF THE NARCISSUS
Conrad, Joseph - TYPHOON
Crane, Stephen - LAST WORDS
Crane, Stephen - MAGGIE
Crane, Stephen - THE RED BADGE OF COURAGE
Crane, Stephen - WOUNDS IN THE RAIN
Dante - THE DIVINE COMEDY: HELL
Dante - THE DIVINE COMEDY: PARADISE
Dante - THE DIVINE COMEDY: PURGATORY
Darwin, Charles - THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF CHARLES DARWIN
Darwin, Charles - THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES
Defoe, Daniel - A GENERAL HISTORY OF THE PYRATES
Defoe, Daniel - A JOURNAL OF THE PLAGUE YEAR
Defoe, Daniel - CAPTAIN SINGLETON
Defoe, Daniel - MOLL FLANDERS
Defoe, Daniel - ROBINSON CRUSOE
Defoe, Daniel - THE COMPLETE ENGLISH TRADESMAN
Defoe, Daniel - THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ROBINSON CRUSOE
Deledda, Grazia - AFTER THE DIVORCE
Dickens, Charles - A CHRISTMAS CAROL
Dickens, Charles - A TALE OF TWO CITIES
Dickens, Charles - BLEAK HOUSE
Dickens, Charles - DAVID COPPERFIELD
Dickens, Charles - DONBEY AND SON
Dickens, Charles - GREAT EXPECTATIONS
Dickens, Charles - HARD TIMES
Dickens, Charles - LETTERS VOLUME 1
Dickens, Charles - LITTLE DORRIT
Dickens, Charles - MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT
Dickens, Charles - NICHOLAS NICKLEBY
Dickens, Charles - OLIVER TWIST
Dickens, Charles - OUR MUTUAL FRIEND
Dickens, Charles - PICTURES FROM ITALY
Dickens, Charles - THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD
Dickens, Charles - THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP
Dickens, Charles - THE PICKWICK PAPERS
Dickinson, Emily - POEMS
Dostoevsky, Fyodor - CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
Dostoyevsky, Fyodor - THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV
Du Maurier, George - TRILBY
Dumas, Alexandre - THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO
Dumas, Alexandre - THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK
Dumas, Alexandre - THE THREE MUSKETEERS
Eliot, George - DANIEL DERONDA
Eliot, George - MIDDLEMARCH
Eliot, George - SILAS MARNER
Eliot, George - THE MILL ON THE FLOSS
Engels, Frederick - THE CONDITION OF THE WORKING-CLASS IN ENGLAND IN 1844
Equiano - AUTOBIOGRAPHY
Esopo - FABLES
Fenimore Cooper, James - THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS
Fielding, Henry - TOM JONES
France, Anatole - THAIS
France, Anatole - THE GODS ARE ATHIRST
France, Anatole - THE LIFE OF JOAN OF ARC
France, Anatole - THE SEVEN WIVES OF BLUEBEARD
Frank Baum, L. - THE PATCHWORK GIRL OF OZ
Frank Baum, L. - THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ
Franklin, Benjamin - AUTOBIOGRAPHY
Frazer, James George - THE GOLDEN BOUGH
Freud, Sigmund - DREAM PSYCHOLOGY
Galsworthy, John - COMPLETE PLAYS
Galsworthy, John - STRIFE
Galsworthy, John - STUDIES AND ESSAYS
Galsworthy, John - THE FIRST AND THE LAST
Galsworthy, John - THE FORSYTE SAGA
Galsworthy, John - THE LITTLE MAN
Galsworthy, John - THE SILVER BOX
Galsworthy, John - THE SKIN GAME
Gaskell, Elizabeth - CRANFORD
Gaskell, Elizabeth - MARY BARTON
Gaskell, Elizabeth - NORTH AND SOUTH
Gaskell, Elizabeth - THE LIFE OF CHARLOTTE BRONTE
Gay, John - THE BEGGAR'S OPERA
Gentile, Maria - THE ITALIAN COOK BOOK
Gilbert and Sullivan - PLAYS
Goethe - FAUST
Gogol - DEAD SOULS
Goldsmith, Oliver - SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER
Goldsmith, Oliver - THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD
Grahame, Kenneth - THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS
Grimm, Brothers - FAIRY TALES
Harding, A. R. - GINSENG AND OTHER MEDICINAL PLANTS
Hardy, Thomas - A CHANGED MAN AND OTHER TALES
Hardy, Thomas - FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD
Hardy, Thomas - JUDE THE OBSCURE
Hardy, Thomas - TESS OF THE D'URBERVILLES
Hardy, Thomas - THE MAYOR OF CASTERBRIDGE
Hartley, Cecil B. - THE GENTLEMEN'S BOOK OF ETIQUETTE
Hawthorne, Nathaniel - LITTLE MASTERPIECES
Hawthorne, Nathaniel - THE SCARLET LETTER
Henry VIII - LOVE LETTERS TO ANNE BOLEYN
Henry, O. - CABBAGES AND KINGS
Henry, O. - SIXES AND SEVENS
Henry, O. - THE FOUR MILLION
Henry, O. - THE TRIMMED LAMP
Henry, O. - WHIRLIGIGS
Hindman Miller, Gustavus - TEN THOUSAND DREAMS INTERPRETED
Hobbes, Thomas - LEVIATHAN
Homer - THE ILIAD
Homer - THE ODYSSEY
Hornaday, William T. - THE EXTERMINATION OF THE AMERICAN BISON
Hume, David - A TREATISE OF HUMAN NATURE
Hume, David - AN ENQUIRY CONCERNING HUMAN UNDERSTANDING
Hume, David - DIALOGUES CONCERNING NATURAL RELIGION
Ibsen, Henrik - A DOLL'S HOUSE
Ibsen, Henrik - AN ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE
Ibsen, Henrik - GHOSTS
Ibsen, Henrik - HEDDA GABLER
Ibsen, Henrik - JOHN GABRIEL BORKMAN
Ibsen, Henrik - ROSMERHOLM
Ibsen, Henrik - THE LADY FROM THE SEA
Ibsen, Henrik - THE MASTER BUILDER
Ibsen, Henrik - WHEN WE DEAD AWAKEN
Irving, Washington - THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW
James, Henry - ITALIAN HOURS
James, Henry - THE ASPERN PAPERS
James, Henry - THE BOSTONIANS
James, Henry - THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY
James, Henry - THE TURN OF THE SCREW
James, Henry - WASHINGTON SQUARE
Jerome, Jerome K. - THREE MEN IN A BOAT
Jerome, Jerome K. - THREE MEN ON THE BUMMEL
Jevons, Stanley - POLITICAL ECONOMY
Johnson, Samuel - A GRAMMAR OF THE ENGLISH TONGUE
Jonson, Ben - THE ALCHEMIST
Jonson, Ben - VOLPONE
Joyce, James - A PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG MAN
Joyce, James - CHAMBER MUSIC
Joyce, James - DUBLINERS
Joyce, James - ULYSSES
Keats, John - ENDYMION
Keats, John - POEMS PUBLISHED IN 1817
Keats, John - POEMS PUBLISHED IN 1820
King James - THE BIBLE
Kipling, Rudyard - CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS
Kipling, Rudyard - INDIAN TALES
Kipling, Rudyard - JUST SO STORIES
Kipling, Rudyard - KIM
Kipling, Rudyard - THE JUNGLE BOOK
Kipling, Rudyard - THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING
Kipling, Rudyard - THE SECOND JUNGLE BOOK
Lawrence, D. H - THE RAINBOW
Lawrence, D. H - THE WHITE PEACOCK
Lawrence, D. H - TWILIGHT IN ITALY
Lawrence, D. H. - AARON'S ROD
Lawrence, D. H. - SONS AND LOVERS
Lawrence, D. H. - THE LOST GIRL
Lawrence, D. H. - WOMEN IN LOVE
Lear, Edward - BOOK OF NONSENSE
Lear, Edward - LAUGHABLE LYRICS
Lear, Edward - MORE NONSENSE
Lear, Edward - NONSENSE SONG
Leblanc, Maurice - ARSENE LUPIN VS SHERLOCK HOLMES
Leblanc, Maurice - THE ADVENTURES OF ARSENE LUPIN
Leblanc, Maurice - THE CONFESSIONS OF ARSENE LUPIN
Leblanc, Maurice - THE HOLLOW NEEDLE
Leblanc, Maurice - THE RETURN OF ARSENE LUPIN
Lehmann, Lilli - HOW TO SING
Leroux, Gaston - THE MAN WITH THE BLACK FEATHER
Leroux, Gaston - THE MYSTERY OF THE YELLOW ROOM
Leroux, Gaston - THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
London, Jack - MARTIN EDEN
London, Jack - THE CALL OF THE WILD
London, Jack - WHITE FANG
Machiavelli, Nicolo' - THE PRINCE
Malthus, Thomas - PRINCIPLE OF POPULATION
Mansfield, Katherine - THE GARDEN PARTY AND OTHER STORIES
Marlowe, Christopher - THE JEW OF MALTA
Marryat, Captain - THE CHILDREN OF THE NEW FOREST
Maupassant, Guy De - BEL AMI
Melville, Hermann - MOBY DICK
Melville, Hermann - TYPEE
Mill, John Stuart - PRINCIPLES OF POLITICAL ECONOMY
Milton, John - PARADISE LOST
Mitra, S. M. - HINDU TALES FROM THE SANSKRIT
Montaigne, Michel de - ESSAYS
Montgomery, Lucy Maud - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES
More, Thomas - UTOPIA
Nesbit, E. - FIVE CHILDREN AND IT
Nesbit, E. - THE PHOENIX AND THE CARPET
Nesbit, E. - THE RAILWAY CHILDREN
Nesbit, E. - THE STORY OF THE AMULET
Newton, Isaac - OPTICKS
Nietsche, Friedrich - BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL
Nietsche, Friedrich - THUS SPAKE ZARATHUSTRA
Nightingale, Florence - NOTES ON NURSING
Owen, Wilfred - POEMS
Ozaki, Yei Theodora - JAPANESE FAIRY TALES
Pascal, Blaise - PENSEES
Pellico, Silvio - MY TEN YEARS IMPRISONMENT
Perrault, Charles - FAIRY TALES
Pirandello, Luigi - THREE PLAYS
Plato - THE REPUBLIC
Poe, Edgar Allan - THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS 1
Poe, Edgar Allan - THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS 2
Poe, Edgar Allan - THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS 3
Poe, Edgar Allan - THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS 4
Poe, Edgar Allan - THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS 5
Poe, Edgar Allan - THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER
Potter, Beatrix - THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT
Proust, Marcel - SWANN'S WAY
Radcliffe, Ann - A SICILIAN ROMANCE
Ricardo, David - ON THE PRINCIPLES OF POLITICAL ECONOMY AND TAXATION
Richardson, Samuel - PAMELA
Rider Haggard, H. - ALLAN QUATERMAIN
Rider Haggard, H. - KING SOLOMON'S MINES
Rousseau, J. J. - THE ORIGIN AND FOUNDATION OF INEQUALITY AMONG MANKIND
Ruskin, John - THE SEVEN LAMPS OF ARCHITECTURE
Schiller, Friedrich - THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN
Schiller, Friedrich - THE PICCOLOMINI
Schopenhauer, Arthur - THE ART OF CONTROVERSY
Schopenhauer, Arthur - THE WISDOM OF LIFE
Scott Fitzgerald, F. - FLAPPERS AND PHILOSOPHERS
Scott Fitzgerald, F. - TALES OF THE JAZZ AGE
Scott Fitzgerald, F. - THE BEAUTIFUL AND DAMNED
Scott Fitzgerald, F. - THIS SIDE OF PARADISE
Scott, Walter - IVANHOE
Scott, Walter - QUENTIN DURWARD
Scott, Walter - ROB ROY
Scott, Walter - THE BRIDE OF LAMMERMOOR
Scott, Walter - WAVERLEY
Sedgwick, Anne Douglas - THE THIRD WINDOW
Sewell, Anna - BLACK BEAUTY
Shakespeare, William - COMPLETE WORKS
Shakespeare, William - HAMLET
Shakespeare, William - OTHELLO
Shakespeare, William - ROMEO AND JULIET
Shelley, Mary - FRANKENSTEIN
Shelley, Percy Bysshe - A DEFENCE OF POETRY AND OTHER ESSAYS
Shelley, Percy Bysshe - COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS
Sheridan, Richard B. - THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL
Sienkiewicz, Henryk - QUO VADIS
Smith, Adam - THE WEALTH OF NATIONS
Smollett, Tobias - TRAVELS THROUGH FRANCE AND ITALY
Spencer, Herbert - ESSAYS ON EDUCATION AND KINDRED SUBJECTS
Spyri, Johanna - HEIDI
Sterne, Laurence - A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY
Sterne, Laurence - TRISTRAM SHANDY
Stevenson, Robert Louis - A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES
Stevenson, Robert Louis - ESSAYS IN THE ART OF WRITING
Stevenson, Robert Louis - KIDNAPPED
Stevenson, Robert Louis - NEW ARABIAN NIGHTS
Stevenson, Robert Louis - THE BLACK ARROW
Stevenson, Robert Louis - THE STRANGE CASE OF DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE
Stevenson, Robert Louis - TREASURE ISLAND
Stoker, Bram - DRACULA
Strindberg, August - LUCKY PEHR
Strindberg, August - MASTER OLOF
Strindberg, August - THE RED ROOM
Strindberg, August - THE ROAD TO DAMASCUS
Strindberg, August - THERE ARE CRIMES AND CRIMES
Swift, Jonathan - A MODEST PROPOSAL
Swift, Jonathan - A TALE OF A TUB
Swift, Jonathan - GULLIVER'S TRAVELS
Swift, Jonathan - THE BATTLE OF THE BOOKS AND OTHER SHORT PIECES
Tagore, Rabindranath - FRUIT GATHERING
Tagore, Rabindranath - THE GARDENER
Tagore, Rabindranath - THE HUNGRY STONES AND OTHER STORIES
Thackeray, William - BARRY LYNDON
Thackeray, William - VANITY FAIR
Thackeray, William Makepeace - THE BOOK OF SNOBS
Thackeray, William Makepeace - THE ROSE AND THE RING
Thackeray, William Makepeace - THE VIRGINIANS
Thoreau, Henry David - WALDEN
Tolstoi, Leo - A LETTER TO A HINDU
Tolstoy, Lev - ANNA KARENINA
Tolstoy, Lev - WAR AND PEACE
Trollope, Anthony - AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY
Trollope, Anthony - BARCHESTER TOWERS
Trollope, Anthony - FRAMLEY PARSONAGE
Trollope, Anthony - THE EUSTACE DIAMONDS
Trollope, Anthony - THE MAN WHO KEPT HIS MONEY IN A BOX
Trollope, Anthony - THE WARDEN
Trollope, Anthony - THE WAY WE LIVE NOW
Twain, Mark - LIFE ON THE MISSISSIPPI
Twain, Mark - SPEECHES
Twain, Mark - THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN
Twain, Mark - THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER
Twain, Mark - THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER
Vari, Autori - THE MAGNA CARTA
Verga, Giovanni - SICILIAN STORIES
Verne, Jules - 20000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEAS
Verne, Jules - A JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH
Verne, Jules - ALL AROUND THE MOON
Verne, Jules - AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS
Verne, Jules - FIVE WEEKS IN A BALLOON
Verne, Jules - FROM THE EARTH TO THE MOON
Verne, Jules - MICHAEL STROGOFF
Verne, Jules - THE MYSTERIOUS ISLAND
Voltaire - PHILOSOPHICAL DICTIONARY
Vyasa - MAHABHARATA
Wallace, Edgar - SANDERS OF THE RIVER
Wallace, Edgar - THE DAFFODIL MYSTERY
Wallace, Lew - BEN HUR
Webster, Jean - DADDY LONG LEGS
Wedekind, Franz - THE AWAKENING OF SPRING
Wells, H. G. - KIPPS
Wells, H. G. - THE INVISIBLE MAN
Wells, H. G. - THE ISLAND OF DOCTOR MOREAU
Wells, H. G. - THE STOLEN BACILLUS AND OTHER INCIDENTS
Wells, H. G. - THE TIME MACHINE
Wells, H. G. - THE WAR OF THE WORLDS
Wells, H. G. - WHAT IS COMING
Wharton, Edith - THE AGE OF INNOCENCE
White, Andrew Dickson - FIAT MONEY INFLATION IN FRANCE
Wilde, Oscar - A WOMAN OF NO IMPORTANCE
Wilde, Oscar - AN IDEAL HUSBAND
Wilde, Oscar - DE PROFUNDIS
Wilde, Oscar - LADY WINDERMERE'S FAN
Wilde, Oscar - SALOME
Wilde, Oscar - SELECTED POEMS
Wilde, Oscar - THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL
Wilde, Oscar - THE CANTERVILLE GHOST
Wilde, Oscar - THE HAPPY PRINCE AND OTHER TALES
Wilde, Oscar - THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST
Wilde, Oscar - THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GREY
Wilde, Oscar - THE SOUL OF MAN
Wilson, Epiphanius - SACRED BOOKS OF THE EAST
Wollstonecraft, Mary - A VINDICATION OF THE RIGHTS OF WOMAN
Woolf, Virgina - NIGHT AND DAY
Woolf, Virgina - THE VOYAGE OUT
Woolf, Virginia - JACOB'S ROOM
Woolf, Virginia - MONDAY OR TUESDAY
Wordsworth, William - POEMS
Wordsworth, William - PROSE WORKS
Zola, Emile - THERESE RAQUIN
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THE MAN WHO KEPT HIS MONEY IN A BOX
by ANTHONY TROLLOPE
I first saw the man who kept his money in a box in the midst of the
ravine of the Via Mala. I interchanged a few words with him or with
his wife at the hospice, at the top of the Splugen; and I became
acquainted with him in the courtyard of Conradi's hotel at Chiavenna.
It was, however, afterwards at Bellaggio, on the lake of Como, that
that acquaintance ripened into intimacy. A good many years have
rolled by since then, and I believe this little episode in his life
may be told without pain to the feelings of any one.
His name was -; let us for the present say that his name was Greene.
How he learned that my name was Robinson I do not know, but I remember
well that he addressed me by my name at Chiavenna. To go back,
however, for a moment to the Via Mala;--I had been staying for a few
days at the Golden Eagle at Tusis,--which, by-the-bye, I hold to be
the best small inn in all Switzerland, and its hostess to be, or to
have been, certainly the prettiest landlady,--and on the day of my
departure southwards, I had walked on, into the Via Mala, so that the
diligence might pick me up in the gorge. This pass I regard as one of
the grandest spots to which my wandering steps have ever carried me,
and though I had already lingered about it for many hours, I now
walked thither again to take my last farewell of its dark towering
rocks, its narrow causeway and roaring river, trusting to my friend
the landlady to see that my luggage was duly packed upon the
diligence. I need hardly say that my friend did not betray her trust.
As one goes out from Switzerland towards Italy, the road through the
Via Mala ascends somewhat steeply, and passengers by the diligence may
walk from the inn at Tusis into the gorge, and make their way through
the greater part of the ravine before the vehicle will overtake them.
This, however, Mr. Greene with his wife and daughter had omitted to
do. When the diligence passed me in the defile, the horses trotting
for a few yards over some level portion of the road, I saw a man's
nose pressed close against the glass of the coupe window. I saw more
of his nose than of any other part of his face, but yet I could
perceive that his neck was twisted and his eye upturned, and that he
was making a painful effort to look upwards to the summit of the rocks
from his position inside the carriage.
There was such a roar of wind and waters at the spot that it was not
practicable to speak to him, but I beckoned with my finger and then
pointed to the road, indicating that he should have walked. He
understood me, though I did not at the moment understand his answering
gesture. It was subsequently, when I knew somewhat of his habits,
that he explained to me that on pointing to his open mouth, he had
intended to signify that he would be afraid of sore throat in exposing
himself to the air of that damp and narrow passage.
I got up into the conductor's covered seat at the back of the
diligence, and in this position encountered the drifting snow of the
Splugen. I think it is coldest of all the passes. Near the top of
the pass the diligence stops for awhile, and it is here, if I
remember, that the Austrian officials demand the travellers'
passports. At least in those days they did so. These officials have
now retreated behind the Quadrilatere,--soon, as we hope, to make a
further retreat,--and the district belongs to the kingdom of United
Italy. There is a place of refreshment or hospice here, into which we
all went for a few moments, and I then saw that my friend with the
weak throat was accompanied by two ladies.
"You should not have missed the Via Mala," I said to him, as he stood
warming his toes at the huge covered stove.
"We miss everything," said the elder of the two ladies, who, however,
was very much younger than the gentleman, and not very much older than
"I saw it beautifully, mamma," said the younger one; whereupon mamma
gave her head a toss, and made up her mind, as I thought, to take some
little vengeance before long upon her step-daughter. I observed that
Miss Greene always called her step-mother mamma on the first approach
of any stranger, so that the nature of the connection between them
might be understood. And I observed also that the elder lady always
gave her head a toss when she was so addressed.
"We don't mean to enjoy ourselves till we get down to the lake of
Como," said Mr. Greene. As I looked at him cowering over the stove,
and saw how oppressed he was with great coats and warm wrappings for
his throat, I quite agreed with him that he had not begun to enjoy
himself as yet. Then we all got into our places again, and I saw no
more of the Greenes till we were standing huddled together in the
large courtyard of Conradi's hotel at Chiavenna.
Chiavenna is the first Italian town which the tourist reaches by this
route, and I know no town in the North of Italy which is so closely
surrounded by beautiful scenery. The traveller as he falls down to it
from the Splugen road is bewildered by the loveliness of the valleys,-
-that is to say, if he so arranges that he can see them without
pressing his nose against the glass of a coach window. And then from
the town itself there are walks of two, three, and four hours, which I
think are unsurpassed for wild and sometimes startling beauties. One
gets into little valleys, green as emeralds, and surrounded on all
sides by grey broken rocks, in which Italian Rasselases might have
lived in perfect bliss; and then again one comes upon distant views up
the river courses, bounded far away by the spurs of the Alps, which
are perfect,--to which the fancy can add no additional charm.
Conradi's hotel also is by no means bad; or was not in those days.
For my part I am inclined to think that Italian hotels have received a
worse name than they deserve; and I must profess that, looking merely
to creature comforts, I would much sooner stay a week at the Golden
Key at Chiavenna, than with mine host of the King's Head in the
thriving commercial town of Muddleboro, on the borders of Yorkshire
I am always rather keen about my room in travelling, and having
secured a chamber looking out upon the mountains, had returned to the
court-yard to collect my baggage before Mr. Greene had succeeded in
realising his position, or understanding that he had to take upon
himself the duties of settling his family for the night in the hotel
by which he was surrounded. When I descended he was stripping off the
outermost of three great coats, and four waiters around him were
beseeching him to tell them what accommodation he would require. Mr.
Greene was giving sundry very urgent instructions to the conductor
respecting his boxes; but as these were given in English, I was not
surprised to find that they were not accurately followed. The man,
however, was much too courteous to say in any language that he did not
understand every word that was said to him. Miss Greene was standing
apart, doing nothing. As she was only eighteen years of age, it was
of course her business to do nothing; and a very pretty little girl
she was, by no means ignorant of her own beauty, and possessed of
quite sufficient wit to enable her to make the most of it.
Mr. Greene was very leisurely in his proceedings, and the four waiters
were almost reduced to despair.
"I want two bed-rooms, a dressing-room, and some dinner," he said at
last, speaking very slowly, and in his own vernacular. I could not in
the least assist him by translating it into Italian, for I did not
speak a word of the language myself; but I suggested that the man
would understand French. The waiter, however, had understood English.
Waiters do understand all languages with a facility that is
marvellous; and this one now suggested that Mrs. Greene should follow
him up-stairs. Mrs. Greene, however, would not move till she had seen
that her boxes were all right; and as Mrs. Greene was also a pretty
woman, I found myself bound to apply myself to her assistance.
"Oh, thank you," said she. "The people are so stupid that one can
really do nothing with them. And as for Mr. Greene, he is of no use
at all. You see that box, the smaller one. I have four hundred
pounds' worth of jewellery in that, and therefore I am obliged to look
"Indeed," said I, rather startled at this amount of confidence on
rather a short acquaintance. "In that case I do not wonder at your
being careful. But is it not rather rash, perhaps--"
"I know what you are going to say. Well, perhaps it is rash. But
when you are going to foreign courts, what are you to do? If you have
got those sort of things you must wear them."
As I was not myself possessed of anything of that sort, and had no
intention of going to any foreign court, I could not argue the matter
with her. But I assisted her in getting together an enormous pile of
luggage, among which there were seven large boxes covered with canvas,
such as ladies not uncommonly carry with them when travelling. That
one which she represented as being smaller than the others, and as
holding jewellery, might be about a yard long by a foot and a half
deep. Being ignorant in those matters, I should have thought it
sufficient to carry all a lady's wardrobe for twelve months. When the
boxes were collected together, she sat down upon the jewel-case and
looked up into my face. She was a pretty woman, perhaps thirty years
of age, with long light yellow hair, which she allowed to escape from
her bonnet, knowing, perhaps, that it was not unbecoming to her when
thus dishevelled. Her skin was very delicate, and her complexion
good. Indeed her face would have been altogether prepossessing had
there not been a want of gentleness in her eyes. Her hands, too, were
soft and small, and on the whole she may be said to have been
possessed of a strong battery of feminine attractions. She also well
knew how to use them.
"Whisper," she said to me, with a peculiar but very proper aspiration
on the h--"Wh-hisper," and both by the aspiration and the use of the
word I knew at once from what island she had come. "Mr. Greene keeps
all his money in this box also; so I never let it go out of my sight
for a moment. But whatever you do, don't tell him that I told you
I laid my hand on my heart, and made a solemn asseveration that I
would not divulge her secret. I need not, however, have troubled
myself much on that head, for as I walked up stairs, keeping my eye
upon the precious trunk, Mr. Greene addressed me.
"You are an Englishman, Mr. Robinson," said he. I acknowledged that I
"I am another. My wife, however, is Irish. My daughter,--by a former
marriage,--is English also. You see that box there."
"Oh, yes," said I, "I see it." I began to be so fascinated by the box
that I could not keep my eyes off it.
"I don't know whether or no it is prudent, but I keep all my money
there; my money for travelling, I mean."
"If I were you, then," I answered, "I would not say anything about it
to any one."
"Oh, no, of course not," said he; "I should not think of mentioning
it. But those brigands in Italy always take away what you have about
your person, but they don't meddle with the heavy luggage."
"Bills of exchange, or circular notes," I suggested.
"Ah, yes; and if you can't identify yourself, or happen to have a
headache, you can't get them changed. I asked an old friend of mine,
who has been connected with the Bank of England for the last fifty
years, and he assured me that there was nothing like sovereigns."
"But you never get the value for them."
"Well, not quite. One loses a franc, or a franc and a half. But
still, there's the certainty, and that's the great matter. An English
sovereign will go anywhere," and he spoke these words with
"Undoubtedly, if you consent to lose a shilling on each sovereign."
"At any rate, I have got three hundred and fifty in that box," he
said. "I have them done up in rolls of twenty-five pounds each."
I again recommended him to keep this arrangement of his as private as
possible,--a piece of counsel which I confess seemed to me to be much
needed,--and then I went away to my own room, having first accepted an
invitation from Mrs. Greene to join their party at dinner. "Do," said
she; "we have been so dull, and it will be so pleasant."
I did not require to be much pressed to join myself to a party in
which there was so pretty a girl as Miss Greene, and so attractive a
woman as Mrs. Greene. I therefore accepted the invitation readily,
and went away to make my toilet. As I did so I passed the door of Mr.
Greene's room, and saw the long file of boxes being borne into the
centre of it.
I spent a pleasant evening, with, however, one or two slight
drawbacks. As to old Greene himself, he was all that was amiable; but
then he was nervous, full of cares, and somewhat apt to be a bore. He
wanted information on a thousand points, and did not seem to
understand that a young man might prefer the conversation of his
daughter to his own. Not that he showed any solicitude to prevent
conversation on the part of his daughter. I should have been
perfectly at liberty to talk to either of the ladies had he not wished
to engross all my attention to himself. He also had found it dull to
be alone with his wife and daughter for the last six weeks.
He was a small spare man, probably over fifty years of age, who gave
me to understand that he had lived in London all his life, and had
made his own fortune in the city. What he had done in the city to
make his fortune he did not say. Had I come across him there I should
no doubt have found him to be a sharp man of business, quite competent
to teach me many a useful lesson of which I was as ignorant as an
infant. Had he caught me on the Exchange, or at Lloyd's, or in the
big room of the Bank of England, I should have been compelled to ask
him everything. Now, in this little town under the Alps, he was as
much lost as I should have been in Lombard Street, and was ready
enough to look to me for information. I was by no means chary in
giving him my counsel, and imparting to him my ideas on things in
general in that part of the world;--only I should have preferred to be
allowed to make myself civil to his daughter.
In the course of conversation it was mentioned by him that they
intended to stay a few days at Bellaggio, which, as all the world
knows, is a central spot on the lake of Como, and a favourite resting-
place for travellers. There are three lakes which all meet here, and
to all of which we give the name of Como. They are properly called
the lakes of Como, Colico, and Lecco; and Bellaggio is the spot at
which their waters join each other. I had half made up my mind to
sleep there one night on my road into Italy, and now, on hearing their
purpose, I declared that such was my intention.
"How very pleasant," said Mrs. Greene. "It will be quite delightful
to have some one to show us how to settle ourselves, for really--"
"My dear, I'm sure you can't say that you ever have much trouble."
"And who does then, Mr. Greene? I am sure Sophonisba does not do much
to help me."
"You won't let me," said Sophonisba, whose name I had not before
heard. Her papa had called her Sophy in the yard of the inn.
Sophonisba Greene! Sophonisba Robinson did not sound so badly in my
ears, and I confess that I had tried the names together. Her papa had
mentioned to me that he had no other child, and had mentioned also
that he had made his fortune.
And then there was a little family contest as to the amount of
travelling labour which fell to the lot of each of the party, during
which I retired to one of the windows of the big front room in which
we were sitting. And how much of this labour there is incidental to a
tourist's pursuits! And how often these little contests do arise upon
a journey! Who has ever travelled and not known them? I had taken up
such a position at the window as might, I thought, have removed me out
of hearing; but nevertheless from time to time a word would catch my
ear about that precious box. "I have never taken MY eyes off it since
I left England," said Mrs. Greene, speaking quick, and with a
considerable brogue superinduced by her energy. "Where would it have
been at Basle if I had not been looking after it?" "Quite safe," said
Sophonisba; "those large things always are safe." "Are they, Miss?
That's all you know about it. I suppose your bonnet-box was quite
safe when I found it on the platform at--at--I forget the name of the
"Freidrichshafen," said Sophonisba, with almost an unnecessary amount
of Teutonic skill in her pronunciation. "Well, mamma, you have told
me of that at least twenty times." Soon after that, the ladies took
them to their own rooms, weary with the travelling of two days and a
night, and Mr. Greene went fast asleep in the very comfortless chair
in which he was seated.
At four o'clock on the next morning we started on our journey.
"Early to bed, and early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy, and wealthy, and wise."
We all know that lesson, and many of us believe in it; but if the
lesson be true, the Italians ought to be the healthiest and wealthiest
and wisest of all men and women. Three or four o'clock seems to them
quite a natural hour for commencing the day's work. Why we should
have started from Chiavenna at four o'clock in order that we might be
kept waiting for the boat an hour and a half on the little quay at
Colico, I don't know; but such was our destiny. There we remained an
hour and a half; Mrs. Greene sitting pertinaciously on the one
important box. She had designated it as being smaller than the
others, and, as all the seven were now ranged in a row, I had an
opportunity of comparing them. It was something smaller,--perhaps an
inch less high, and an inch and a half shorter. She was a sharp
woman, and observed my scrutiny. "I always know it," she said in a
loud whisper, "by this little hole in the canvas," and she put her
finger on a slight rent on one of the ends. "As for Greene, if one of
those Italian brigands were to walk off with it on his shoulders,
before his eyes, he wouldn't be the wiser. How helpless you men are,
"It is well for us that we have women to look after us."
"But you have got no one to look after you;--or perhaps you have left
"No, indeed. I'm all alone in the world as yet. But it's not my own
fault. I have asked half a dozen."
"Now, Mr. Robinson!" And in this way the time passed on the quay at
Colico, till the boat came and took us away. I should have preferred
to pass my time in making myself agreeable to the younger lady; but
the younger lady stood aloof, turning up her nose, as I thought, at
I will not attempt to describe the scenery about Colico. The little
town itself is one of the vilest places under the sun, having no
accommodation for travellers, and being excessively unhealthy; but
there is very little either north or south of the Alps,--and, perhaps,
I may add, very little elsewhere,--to beat the beauty of the mountains
which cluster round the head of the lake. When we had sat upon those
boxes that hour and a half, we were taken on board the steamer, which
had been lying off a little way from the shore, and then we commenced
our journey. Of course there was a good deal of exertion and care
necessary in getting the packages off from the shore on to the boat,
and I observed that any one with half an eye in his head might have
seen that the mental anxiety expended on that one box which was marked
by the small hole in the canvas far exceeded that which was extended
to all the other six boxes. "They deserve that it should be stolen,"
I said to myself, "for being such fools." And then we went down to
breakfast in the cabin.
"I suppose it must be safe," said Mrs. Greene to me, ignoring the fact
that the cabin waiter understood English, although she had just
ordered some veal cutlets in that language.
"As safe as a church," I replied, not wishing to give much apparent
importance to the subject.
"They can't carry it off here," said Mr. Greene. But he was innocent
of any attempt at a joke, and was looking at me with all his eyes.
"They might throw it overboard," said Sophonisba. I at once made up
my mind that she could not be a good-natured girl. The moment that
breakfast was over, Mrs. Greene returned again up-stairs, and I found
her seated on one of the benches near the funnel, from which she could
keep her eyes fixed upon the box. "When one is obliged to carry about
one's jewels with one, one must be careful, Mr. Robinson," she said to
me apologetically. But I was becoming tired of the box, and the
funnel was hot and unpleasant, therefore I left her.
I had made up my mind that Sophonisba was ill-natured; but,
nevertheless, she was pretty, and I now went through some little
manoeuvres with the object of getting into conversation with her.
This I soon did, and was surprised by her frankness. "How tired you
must be of mamma and her box," she said to me. To this I made some
answer, declaring that I was rather interested than otherwise in the
safety of the precious trunk. "It makes me sick," said Sophonisba,
"to hear her go on in that way to a perfect stranger. I heard what
she said about her jewellery."
"It is natural she should be anxious," I said, "seeing that it
contains so much that is valuable."
"Why did she bring them?" said Sophonisba. "She managed to live very
well without jewels till papa married her, about a year since; and now
she can't travel about for a month without lugging them with her
everywhere. I should be so glad if some one would steal them."
"But all Mr. Greene's money is there also."
"I don't want papa to be bothered, but I declare I wish the box might
be lost for a day or so. She is such a fool; don't you think so, Mr.
At this time it was just fourteen hours since I first had made their
acquaintance in the yard of Conradi's hotel, and of those fourteen
hours more than half had been passed in bed. I must confess that I
looked upon Sophonisba as being almost more indiscreet than her
mother-in-law. Nevertheless, she was not stupid, and I continued my
conversation with her the greatest part of the way down the lake
These steamers which run up and down the lake of Como and the Lago
Maggiore, put out their passengers at the towns on the banks of the
water by means of small rowing-boats, and the persons who are about to
disembark generally have their own articles ready to their hands when
their turn comes for leaving the steamer. As we came near to
Bellaggio, I looked up my own portmanteau, and, pointing to the
beautiful wood-covered hill that stands at the fork of the waters,
told my friend Greene that he was near his destination. "I am very
glad to hear it," said he, complacently, but he did not at the moment
busy himself about the boxes. Then the small boat ran up alongside
the steamer, and the passengers for Como and Milan crowded up the
"We have to go in that boat," I said to Greene.
"Nonsense!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, but we have."
"What! put our boxes into that boat," said Mrs. Greene. "Oh dear!
Here, boatman! there are seven of these boxes, all in white like
this," and she pointed to the one that had the hole in the canvas.
"Make haste. And there are two bags, and my dressing case, and Mr.
Greene's portmanteau. Mr. Greene, where is your portmanteau?"
The boatman whom she addressed, no doubt did not understand a word of
English, but nevertheless he knew what she meant, and, being well
accustomed to the work, got all the luggage together in an incredibly
small number of moments.
"If you will get down into the boat," I said, "I will see that the
luggage follows you before I leave the deck."
"I won't stir," she said, "till I see that box lifted down. Take
care; you'll let it fall into the lake. I know you will."
"I wish they would," Sophonisba whispered into my ear.
Mr. Greene said nothing, but I could see that his eyes were as
anxiously fixed on what was going on as were those of his wife. At
last, however, the three Greens were in the boat, as also were all the
packages. Then I followed them, my portmanteau having gone down
before me, and we pushed off for Bellaggio. Up to this period most of
the attendants around us had understood a word or two of English, but
now it would be well if we could find some one to whose ears French
would not be unfamiliar. As regarded Mr. Greene and his wife, they, I
found, must give up all conversation, as they knew nothing of any
language but their own. Sophonisba could make herself understood in
French, and was quite at home, as she assured me, in German. And then
the boat was beached on the shore at Bellaggio, and we all had to go
again to work with the object of getting ourselves lodged at the hotel
which overlooks the water.
I had learned before that the Greenes were quite free from any trouble
in this respect, for their rooms had been taken for them before they
left England. Trusting to this, Mrs. Greene gave herself no
inconsiderable airs the moment her foot was on the shore, and ordered
the people about as though she were the Lady Paramount of Bellaggio.
Italians, however, are used to this from travellers of a certain
description. They never resent such conduct, but simply put it down
in the bill with the other articles. Mrs. Greene's words on this
occasion were innocent enough, seeing that they were English; but had
I been that head waiter who came down to the beach with his nice black
shiny hair, and his napkin under his arm, I should have thought her
manner very insolent.
Indeed, as it was, I did think so, and was inclined to be angry with
her. She was to remain for some time at Bellaggio, and therefore it
behoved her, as she thought, to assume the character of the grand lady
at once. Hitherto she had been willing enough to do the work, but now
she began to order about Mr. Greene and Sophonisba; and, as it
appeared to me, to order me about also. I did not quite enjoy this;
so leaving her still among her luggage and satellites, I walked up to
the hotel to see about my own bed-room. I had some seltzer water,
stood at the window for three or four minutes, and then walked up and
down the room. But still the Greenes were not there. As I had put in
at Bellaggio solely with the object of seeing something more of
Sophonisba, it would not do for me to quarrel with them, or to allow
them so to settle themselves in their private sitting-room, that I
should be excluded. Therefore I returned again to the road by which
they must come up, and met the procession near the house.
Mrs. Greene was leading it with great majesty, the waiter with the
shiny hair walking by her side to point out to her the way. Then came
all the luggage,--each porter carrying a white canvas-covered box.
That which was so valuable no doubt was carried next to Mrs. Greene,
so that she might at a moment's notice put her eye upon the well-known
valuable rent. I confess that I did not observe the hole as the train
passed by me, nor did I count the number of the boxes. Seven boxes,
all alike, are very many; and then they were followed by three other
men with the inferior articles,--Mr. Greene's portmanteau, the
carpetbag, &e., &c. At the tail of the line, I found Mr. Greene, and
behind him Sophonisba. "All your fatigues will be over now," I said
to the gentleman, thinking it well not to be too particular in my
attentions to his daughter. He was panting beneath a terrible great-
coat, having forgotten that the shores of an Italian lake are not so
cold as the summits of the Alps, and did not answer me. "I'm sure I
hope so," said Sophonisba. "And I shall advise papa not to go any
farther unless he can persuade Mrs. Greene to send her jewels home."
"Sophy, my dear," he said, "for Heaven's sake let us have a little
peace since we are here." From all which I gathered that Mr. Green
had not been fortunate in his second matrimonial adventure. We then
made our way slowly up to the hotel, having been altogether distanced
by the porters, and when we reached the house we found that the
different packages were already being carried away through the house,
some this way and some that. Mrs. Green, the meanwhile, was talking
loudly at the door of her own sitting-room.
"Mr. Greene," she said, as soon as she saw her heavily oppressed
spouse,--for the noonday sun was up,--"Mr. Greene, where are you?"
"Here, my dear," and Mr. Greene threw himself panting into the corner
of a sofa.
"A little seltzer water and brandy," I suggested. Mr. Greene's inmost
heart leaped at the hint, and nothing that his remonstrant wife could
say would induce him to move, until he had enjoyed the delicious
draught. In the mean time the box with the hole in the canvas had
Yes; when we came to look into matters, to count the packages, and to
find out where we were, the box with the hole in the canvas was not
there. Or, at any rate, Mrs. Greene said it was not there. I worked
hard to look it up, and even went into Sophonisba's bed-room in my
search. In Sophonisba's bed-room there was but one canvas-covered
box. "That is my own," said she, "and it is all that I have, except
"Where on earth can it be?" said I, sitting down on the trunk in
question. At the moment I almost thought that she had been
instrumental in hiding it.
"How am I to know?" she answered; and I fancied that even she was
dismayed. "What a fool that woman is!"
"The box must be in the house," I said.
"Do find it, for papa's sake; there's a good fellow. He will be so
wretched without his money. I heard him say that he had only two
pounds in his purse."
"Oh, I can let him have money to go on with," I answered grandly. And
then I went off to prove that I was a good fellow, and searched
throughout the house. Two white boxes had by order been left
downstairs, as they would not be needed; and these two were in a large
cupboard of the hall, which was used expressly for stowing away
luggage. And then there were three in Mrs. Greene's bed-room, which
had been taken there as containing the wardrobe which she would
require while remaining at Bellaggio. I searched every one of these
myself to see if I could find the hole in the canvas. But the hole in
the canvas was not there. And let me count as I would, I could make
out only six. Now there certainly had been seven on board the
steamer, though I could not swear that I had seen the seven put into
the small boat.
"Mr. Greene," said the lady standing in the middle of her remaining
treasures, all of which were now open, "you are worth nothing when
travelling. Were you not behind?" But Mr. Greene's mind was full,
and he did not answer.
"It has been stolen before your very eyes," she continued.
"Nonsense, mamma," said Sophonisba. "If ever it came out of the
steamer it certainly came into the house."
"I saw it out of the steamer," said Mrs. Greene, "and it certainly is
not in the house. Mr. Robinson, may I trouble you to send for the
police?--at once, if you please, sir."
I had been at Bellaggio twice before, but nevertheless I was ignorant
of their system of police. And then, again, I did not know what was
the Italian for the word.
"I will speak to the landlord," I said.
"If you will have the goodness to send for the police at once, I will
be obliged to you." And as she thus reiterated her command, she
stamped with her foot upon the floor.
"There are no police at Bellaggio," said Sophonisba.
"What on earth shall I do for money to go on with?" said Mr. Greene,
looking piteously up to the ceiling, and shaking both his hands.
And now the whole house was in an uproar, including not only the
landlord, his wife and daughters, and all the servants, but also every
other visitor at the hotel. Mrs. Greene was not a lady who hid either
her glories or her griefs under a bushel, and, though she spoke only
in English, she soon made her protestations sufficiently audible. She
protested loudly that she had been robbed, and that she had been
robbed since she left the steamer. The box had come on shore; of that
she was quite certain. If the landlord had any regard either for his
own character or for that of his house, he would ascertain before an
hour was over where it was, and who had been the thief. She would
give him an hour. And then she sat herself down; but in two minutes
she was up again, vociferating her wrongs as loudly as ever. All this
was filtered through me and Sophonisba to the waiter in French, and
from the waiter to the landlord; but the lady's gestures required no
translation to make them intelligible, and the state of her mind on
the matter was, I believe, perfectly well understood.
Mr. Greene I really did pity. His feelings of dismay seemed to be
quite as deep, but his sorrow and solicitude were repressed into more
decorum. "What am I to do for money?" he said. "I have not a
shilling to go on with!" And he still looked up at the ceiling.
"You must send to England," said Sophonisba.
"It will take a month," he replied.
"Mr. Robinson will let you have what you want at present," added
Sophonisba. Now I certainly had said so, and had meant it at the
time. But my whole travelling store did not exceed forty or fifty
pounds, with which I was going on to Venice, and then back to England
through the Tyrol. Waiting a month for Mr. Greene's money from
England might be even more inconvenient to me than to him. Then it
occurred to me that the wants of the Greene family would be numerous
and expensive, and that my small stock would go but a little way among
so many. And what also if there had been no money and no jewels in
that accursed box! I confess that at the moment such an idea did
strike my mind. One hears of sharpers on every side committing
depredations by means of most singular intrigues and contrivances.
Might it not be possible that the whole batch of Greenes belonged to
this order of society. It was a base idea, I own; but I confess that
I entertained it for a moment.
I retired to my own room for a while that I might think over all the
circumstances. There certainly had been seven boxes, and one had had
a hole in the canvas. All the seven had certainly been on board the
steamer. To so much I felt that I might safely swear. I had not
counted the seven into the small boat, but on leaving the larger
vessel I had looked about the deck to see that none of the Greene
trappings were forgotten. If left on the steamer, it had been so left
through an intent on the part of some one there employed. It was
quite possible that the contents of the box had been ascertained
through the imprudence of Mrs. Greene, and that it had been conveyed
away so that it might be rifled at Como. As to Mrs. Greene's
assertion that all the boxes had been put into the small boat, I
thought nothing of it. The people at Bellaggio could not have known
which box to steal, nor had there been time to concoct the plan in
carrying the boxes up to the hotel. I came at last to this
conclusion, that the missing trunk had either been purloined and
carried on to Como,--in which case it would be necessary to lose no
time in going after it; or that it had been put out of sight in some
uncommonly clever way, by the Greenes themselves, as an excuse for
borrowing as much money as they could raise and living without payment
of their bills. With reference to the latter hypothesis, I declared
to myself that Greene did not look like a swindler; but as to Mrs.
Greene--! I confess that I did not feel so confident in regard to
Charity begins at home, so I proceeded to make myself comfortable in
my room, feeling almost certain that I should not be able to leave
Bellaggio on the following morning. I had opened my portmanteau when
I first arrived, leaving it open on the floor as is my wont. Some
people are always being robbed, and are always locking up everything;
while others wander safe over the world and never lock up anything.
For myself, I never turn a key anywhere, and no one ever purloins from
me even a handkerchief. Cantabit vacuus--, and I am always
sufficiently vacuus. Perhaps it is that I have not a handkerchief
worth the stealing. It is your heavy-laden, suspicious, mal-adroit
Greenes that the thieves attack. I now found out that the
accommodating Boots, who already knew my ways, had taken my travelling
gear into a dark recess which was intended to do for a dressing-room,
and had there spread my portmanteau open upon some table or stool in
the corner. It was a convenient arrangement, and there I left it
during the whole period of my sojourn.
Mrs. Greene had given the landlord an hour to find the box, and during
that time the landlord, the landlady, their three daughters, and all
the servants in the house certainly did exert themselves to the
utmost. Half a dozen times they came to my door, but I was
luxuriating in a washing-tub, making up for that four-o'clock start
from Chiavenna. I assured them, however, that the box was not there,
and so the search passed by. At the end of the hour I went back to
the Greenes according to promise, having resolved that some one must
be sent on to Como to look after the missing article.
There was no necessity to knock at their sitting-room door, for it was
wide open. I walked in, and found Mrs. Greene still engaged in
attacking the landlord, while all the porters who had carried the
luggage up to the house were standing round. Her voice was loud above
the others, but, luckily for them all, she was speaking English. The
landlord, I saw, was becoming sulky. He spoke in Italian, and we none
of us understood him, but I gathered that he was declining to do
anything further. The box, he was certain, had never come out of the
steamer. The Boots stood by interpreting into French, and, acting as
second interpreter, I put it into English.
Mr. Greene, who was seated on the sofa, groaned audibly, but said
nothing. Sophonisba, who was sitting by him, beat upon the floor with
both her feet.
"Do you hear, Mr. Greene?" said she, turning to him. "Do you mean to
allow that vast amount of property to be lost without an effort? Are
you prepared to replace my jewels?"
"Her jewels!" said Sophonisba, looking up into my face. "Papa had to
pay the bill for every stitch she had when he married her." These
last words were so spoken as to be audible only by me, but her first
exclamation was loud enough. Were they people for whom it would be
worth my while to delay my journey, and put myself to serious
inconvenience with reference to money?
A few minutes afterwards I found myself with Greene on the terrace
before the house. "What ought I to do?" said he.
"Go to Como," said I, "and look after your box. I will remain here
and go on board the return steamer. It may perhaps be there."
"But I can't speak a word of Italian," said he.
"Take the Boots," said I.
"But I can't speak a word of French." And then it ended in my
undertaking to go to Como. I swear that the thought struck me that I
might as well take my portmanteau with me, and cut and run when I got
there. The Greenes were nothing to me.
I did not, however, do this. I made the poor man a promise, and I
kept it. I took merely a dressing-bag, for I knew that I must sleep
at Como; and, thus resolving to disarrange all my plans, I started. I
was in the midst of beautiful scenery, but I found it quite impossible
to draw any enjoyment from it;--from that or from anything around me.
My whole mind was given up to anathemas against this odious box, as to
which I had undoubtedly heavy cause of complaint. What was the box to
me? I went to Como by the afternoon steamer, and spent a long dreary
evening down on the steamboat quays searching everywhere, and
searching in vain. The boat by which we had left Colico had gone back
to Colico, but the people swore that nothing had been left on board
it. It was just possible that such a box might have gone on to Milan
with the luggage of other passengers.
I slept at Como, and on the following morning I went on to Milan.
There was no trace of the box to be found in that city. I went round
to every hotel and travelling office, but could hear nothing of it.
Parties had gone to Venice, and Florence, and Bologna, and any of them
might have taken the box. No one, however, remembered it; and I
returned back to Como, and thence to Bellaggio, reaching the latter
place at nine in the evening, disappointed, weary, and cross.
"Has Monsieur found the accursed trunk?" said the Bellaggio Boots,
meeting me on the quay.
"In the name of the--, no. Has it not turned up here?"
"Monsieur," said the Boots, "we shall all be mad soon. The poor
master, he is mad already." And then I went up to the house.
"My jewels!" shouted Mrs. Greene, rushing to me with her arms
stretched out as soon as she heard my step in the corridor. I am sure
that she would have embraced me had I found the box. I had not,
however, earned any such reward. "I can hear nothing of the box
either at Como or Milan," I said.
"Then what on earth am I to do for my money?" said Mr. Greene.
I had had neither dinner nor supper, but the elder Greenes did not
care for that. Mr. Greene sat silent in despair, and Mrs. Greene
stormed about the room in her anger. "I am afraid you are very
tired," said Sophonisba.
"I am tired, and hungry, and thirsty," said I. I was beginning to get
angry, and to think myself ill used. And that idea as to a family of
swindlers became strong again. Greene had borrowed ten napoleons from
me before I started for Como, and I had spent above four in my
fruitless journey to that place and Milan. I was beginning to fear
that my whole purpose as to Venice and the Tyrol would be destroyed;
and I had promised to meet friends at Innspruck, who,--who were very
much preferable to the Greenes. As events turned out, I did meet
them. Had I failed in this, the present Mrs. Robinson would not have
been sitting opposite to me.
I went to my room and dressed myself, and then Sophonisba presided
over the tea-table for me. "What are we to do?" she asked me in a
"Wait for money from England."
"But they will think we are all sharpers," she said; "and upon my word
I do not wonder at it from the way in which that woman goes on." She
then leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table and her face on
her hand, and told me a long history of all their family discomforts.
Her papa was a very good sort of man, only he had been made a fool of
by that intriguing woman, who had been left without a sixpence with
which to bless herself. And now they had nothing but quarrels and
misery. Papa did not always got the worst of it;--papa could rouse
himself sometimes; only now he was beaten down and cowed by the loss
of his money. This whispering confidence was very nice in its way,
seeing that Sophonisba was a pretty girl; but the whole matter seemed
to be full of suspicion.
"If they did not want to take you in in one way, they did in another,"
said the present Mrs. Robinson, when I told the story to her at
Innspruck. I beg that it may be understood that at the time of my
meeting the Greenes I was not engaged to the present Mrs. Robinson,
and was open to make any matrimonial engagement that might have been
pleasing to me.
On the next morning, after breakfast, we held a council of war. I had
been informed that Mr. Greene had made a fortune, and was justified in
presuming him to be a rich man. It seemed to me, therefore, that his
course was easy. Let him wait at Bellaggio for more money, and when
he returned home, let him buy Mrs. Greene more jewels. A poor man
always presumes that a rich man is indifferent about his money. But
in truth a rich man never is indifferent about his money, and poor
Greene looked very blank at my proposition.
"Do you mean to say that it's gone for ever?" he asked.
"I'll not leave the country without knowing more about it," said Mrs.
"It certainly is very odd," said Sophonisba. Even Sophonisba seemed
to think that I was too off-hand.
"It will be a month before I can get money, and my bill here will be
something tremendous," said Greene.
"I wouldn't pay them a farthing till I got my box," said Mrs. Greene.
"That's nonsense," said Sophonisba. And so it was. "Hold your
tongue, Miss!" said the step-mother.
"Indeed, I shall not hold my tongue," said the step-daughter. Poor
Greene! He had lost more than his box within the last twelve months;
for, as I had learned in that whispered conversation over the tea-
table with Sophonisba; this was in reality her papa's marriage trip.
Another day was now gone, and we all went to bed. Had I not been very
foolish I should have had myself called at five in the morning, and
have gone away by the early boat, leaving my ten napoleons behind me.
But, unfortunately, Sophonisba had exacted a promise from me that I
would not do this, and thus all chance of spending a day or two in
Venice was lost to me. Moreover, I was thoroughly fatigued, and
almost glad of any excuse which would allow me to lie in bed on the
following morning. I did lie in bed till nine o'clock, and then found
the Greenes at breakfast.
"Let us go and look at the Serbelloni Gardens," said I, as soon as the
silent meal was over; "or take a boat over to the Sommariva Villa."
"I should like it so much," said Sophonisba.
"We will do nothing of the kind till I have found my property," said
Mrs. Greene. "Mr. Robinson, what arrangement did you make yesterday
with the police at Como?"
"The police at Como?" I said. "I did not go to the police."
"Not go to the police? And do you mean to say that I am to be robbed
of my jewels and no efforts made for redress? Is there no such thing
as a constable in this wretched country? Mr. Greene, I do insist upon
it that you at once go to the nearest British consul."
"I suppose I had better write home for money," said he.
"And do you mean to say that you haven't written yet?" said I,
probably with some acrimony in my voice.
"You needn't scold papa," said Sophonisba.
"I don't know what I am to do," said Mr. Greene, and he began walking
up and down the room; but still he did not call for pen and ink, and I
began again to feel that he was a swindler. Was it possible that a
man of business, who had made his fortune in London, should allow his
wife to keep all her jewels in a box, and carry about his own money in
"I don't see why you need be so very unhappy, papa," said Sophonisba.
"Mr. Robinson, I'm sure, will let you have whatever money you may want
at present." This was pleasant!
"And will Mr. Robinson return me my jewels which were lost, I must
say, in a great measure, through his carelessness," said Mrs. Greene.
This was pleasanter!
"Upon my word, Mrs. Greene, I must deny that," said I, jumping up.
"What on earth could I have done more than I did do? I have been to
Milan and nearly fagged myself to death."
"Why didn't you bring a policeman back with you?"
"You would tell everybody on board the boat what there was in it,"
"I told nobody but you," she answered.
"I suppose you mean to imply that I've taken the box," I rejoined. So
that on this, the third or fourth day of our acquaintance, we did not
go on together quite pleasantly.
But what annoyed me, perhaps, the most, was the confidence with which
it seemed to be Mr. Greene's intention to lean upon my resources. He
certainly had not written home yet, and had taken my ten napoleons, as
one friend may take a few shillings from another when he finds that he
has left his own silver on his dressing-table. What could he have
wanted of ten napoleons? He had alleged the necessity of paying the
porters, but the few francs he had had in his pocket would have been
enough for that. And now Sophonisba was ever and again prompt in her
assurances that he need not annoy himself about money, because I was
at his right hand. I went upstairs into my own room, and counting all
my treasures, found that thirty-six pounds and some odd silver was the
extent of my wealth. With that I had to go, at any rate, as far as
Innspruck, and from thence back to London. It was quite impossible
that I should make myself responsible for the Greenes' bill at
We dined early, and after dinner, according to a promise made in the
morning, Sophonisba ascended with me into the Serbelloni Gardens, and
walked round the terraces on that beautiful hill which commands the
view of the three lakes. When we started I confess that I would
sooner have gone alone, for I was sick of the Greenes in my very soul.
We had had a terrible day. The landlord had been sent for so often,
that he refused to show himself again. The landlady--though Italians
of that class are always courteous--had been so driven that she
snapped her fingers in Mrs. Greene's face. The three girls would not
show themselves. The waiters kept out of the way as much as possible;
and the Boots, in confidence, abused them to me behind their back.
"Monsieur," said the Boots, "do you think there ever was such a box?"
"Perhaps not," said I; and yet I knew that I had seen it.
I would, therefore, have preferred to walk without Sophonisba; but
that now was impossible. So I determined that I would utilise the
occasion by telling her of my present purpose. I had resolved to
start on the following day, and it was now necessary to make my
friends understand that it was not in my power to extend to them any
further pecuniary assistance.
Sophonisba, when we were on the hill, seemed to have forgotten the
box, and to be willing that I should forget it also. But this was
impossible. When, therefore, she told me how sweet it was to escape
from that terrible woman, and leaned on my arm with all the freedom of
old acquaintance, I was obliged to cut short the pleasure of the
"I hope your father has written that letter," said I.
"He means to write it from Milan. We know you want to get on, so we
purpose to leave here the day after to-morrow."
"Oh!" said I thinking of the bill immediately, and remembering that
Mrs. Greene had insisted on having champagne for dinner.
"And if anything more is to be done about the nasty box, it may be
done there," continued Sophonisba.
"But I must go to-morrow," said I, "at 5 a.m."
"Nonsense," said Sophonisba. "Go to-morrow, when I,--I mean we,--are
going on the next day!"
"And I might as well explain," said I, gently dropping the hand that
was on my arm, "that I find,--I find it will be impossible for me--to-
"To advance Mr. Greene any more money just at present." Then
Sophonisba's arm dropped all at once, and she exclaimed, "Oh, Mr.
After all, there was a certain hard good sense about Miss Greene which
would have protected her from my evil thoughts had I known all the
truth. I found out afterwards that she was a considerable heiress,
and, in spite of the opinion expressed by the present Mrs. Robinson
when Miss Walker, I do not for a moment think she would have accepted
me had I offered to her.
"You are quite right not to embarrass yourself," she said, when I
explained to her my immediate circumstances; "but why did you make
papa an offer which you cannot perform? He must remain here now till
he hears from England. Had you explained it all at first, the ten
napoleons would have carried us to Milan." This was all true, and yet
I thought it hard upon me.
It was evident to me now, that Sophonisba was prepared to join her
step-mother in thinking that I had ill-treated them, and I had not
much doubt that I should find Mr. Greene to be of the same opinion.
There was very little more said between us during the walk, and when
we reached the hotel at seven or half-past seven o'clock, I merely
remarked that I would go in and wish her father and mother good-bye.
"I suppose you will drink tea with us," said Sophonisba, and to this I
I went into my own room, and put all my things into my portmanteau,
for according to the custom, which is invariable in Italy when an
early start is premeditated, the Boots was imperative in his demand
that the luggage should be ready over night. I then went to the
Greene's sitting-room, and found that the whole party was now aware of
"So you are going to desert us," said Mrs. Greene.
"I must go on upon my journey," I pleaded in a weak apologetic voice.
"Go on upon your journey, sir!" said Mrs. Greene. "I would not for a
moment have you put yourself to inconvenience on our account." And
yet I had already lost fourteen napoleons, and given up all prospect
of going to Venice!
"Mr. Robinson is certainly right not to break his engagement with Miss
Walker," said Sophonisba. Now I had said not a word about an
engagement with Miss Walker, having only mentioned incidentally that
she would be one of the party at Innspruck. "But," continued she, "I
think he should not have misled us." And in this way we enjoyed our
I was just about to shake hands with them all, previous to my final
departure from their presence, when the Boots came into the room.
"I'll leave the portmanteau till to-morrow morning," said he.
"All right," said I.
"Because," said he, "there will be such a crowd of things in the hall.
The big trunk I will take away now."
"Big trunk,--what big trunk?"
"The trunk with your rug over it, on which your portmanteau stood."
I looked round at Mr., Mrs., and Miss Greene, and saw that they were
all looking at me. I looked round at them, and as their eyes met mine
I felt that I turned as red as fire. I immediately jumped up and
rushed away to my own room, hearing as I went that all their steps
were following me. I rushed to the inner recess, pulled down the
portmanteau, which still remained in its old place, tore away my own
carpet rug which covered the support beneath it, and there saw--a
white canvas-covered box, with a hole in the canvas on the side next
"It is my box," said Mrs. Greene, pushing me away, as she hurried up
and put her finger within the rent.
"It certainly does look like it," said Mr. Greene, peering over his
"There's no doubt about the box," said Sophonisba.
"Not the least in life," said I, trying to assume an indifferent look.
"Mon Dieu!" said the Boots.
"Corpo di Baccho!" exclaimed the landlord, who had now joined the
"Oh--h--h--h--!" screamed Mrs. Greene, and then she threw herself hack
on to my bed, and shrieked hysterically.
There was no doubt whatsoever about the fact. There was the lost box,
and there it had been during all those tedious hours of unavailing
search. While I was suffering all that fatigue in Milan, spending my
precious zwanzigers in driving about from one hotel to another, the
box had been safe, standing in my own room at Bellaggio, hidden by my
own rug. And now that it was found everybody looked at me as though
it were all my fault.
Mrs. Greene's eyes, when she had done being hysterical, were terrible,
and Sophonisba looked at me as though I were a convicted thief.
"Who put the box here?" I said, turning fiercely upon the Boots.
"I did," said the Boots, "by Monsieur's express order."
"By my order?" I exclaimed.
"Certainly," said the Boots.
"Corpo di Baccho!" said the landlord, and he also looked at me as
though I were a thief. In the mean time the landlady and the three
daughters had clustered round Mrs. Greene, administering to her all
manner of Italian consolation. The box, and the money, and the jewels
were after all a reality; and much incivility can be forgiven to a
lady who has really lost her jewels, and has really found them again.
There and then there arose a hurly-burly among us as to the manner in
which the odious trunk found its way into my room. Had anybody been
just enough to consider the matter coolly, it must have been quite
clear that I could not have ordered it there. When I entered the
hotel, the boxes were already being lugged about, and I had spoken a
word to no one concerning them. That traitorous Boots had done it,--
no doubt without malice prepense; but he had done it; and now that the
Greenes were once more known as moneyed people, he turned upon me, and
told me to my face, that I had desired that box to be taken to my own
room as part of my own luggage!
"My dear," said Mr. Greene, turning to his wife, "you should never
mention the contents of your luggage to any one."
"I never will again," said Mrs. Greene, with a mock repentant air,
"but I really thought--"
"One never can be sure of sharpers," said Mr. Greene.
"That's true," said Mrs. Greene.
"After all, it may have been accidental," said Sophonisba, on hearing
which good-natured surmise both papa and mamma Greene shook their
I was resolved to say nothing then. It was all but impossible that
they should really think that I had intended to steal their box; nor,
if they did think so, would it have become me to vindicate myself
before the landlord and all his servants. I stood by therefore in
silence, while two of the men raised the trunk, and joined the
procession which followed it as it was carried out of my room into
that of the legitimate owner. Everybody in the house was there by
that time, and Mrs. Greene, enjoying the triumph, by no means grudged
them the entrance into her sitting-room. She had felt that she was
suspected, and now she was determined that the world of Bellaggio
should know how much she was above suspicion. The box was put down
upon two chairs, the supporters who had borne it retiring a pace each.
Mrs. Greene then advanced proudly with the selected key, and Mr.
Greene stood by at her right shoulder, ready to receive his portion of
the hidden treasure. Sophonisba was now indifferent, and threw
herself on the sofa, while I walked up and down the room
thoughtfully,--meditating what words I should say when I took my last
farewell of the Greenes. But as I walked I could see what occurred.
Mrs. Greene opened the box, and displayed to view the ample folds of a
huge yellow woollen dressing-down. I could fancy that she would not
willingly have exhibited this article of her toilet, had she not felt
that its existence would speedily be merged in the presence of the
glories which were to follow. This had merely been the padding at the
top of the box. Under that lay a long papier-mache case, and in that
were all her treasures. "Ah, they are safe," she said, opening the
lid and looking upon her tawdry pearls and carbuncles.
Mr. Greene, in the mean time, well knowing the passage for his hand,
had dived down to the very bottom of the box, and seized hold of a
small canvas bag. "It is here," said he, dragging it up, "and as far
as I can tell, as yet, the knot has not been untied." Whereupon he
sat himself down by Sophonisba, and employing her to assist him in
holding them, began to count his rolls. "They are all right," said
he; and he wiped the perspiration from his brow.
I had not yet made up my mind in what manner I might best utter my
last words among them so as to maintain the dignity of my character,
and now I was standing over against Mr. Greene with my arms folded on
my breast. I had on my face a frown of displeasure, which I am able
to assume upon occasions, but I had not yet determined what words I
would use. After all, perhaps, it might be as well that I should
leave them without any last words.
"Greene, my dear," said the lady, "pay the gentleman his ten
"Oh yes, certainly;" whereupon Mr. Greene undid one of the rolls and
extracted eight sovereigns. "I believe that will make it right, sir,"
said he, handing them to me.
I took the gold, slipped it with an indifferent air into my waistcoat
pocket, and then refolded my arms across my breast.
"Papa," said Sophonisba, in a very audible whisper, "Mr. Robinson went
for you to Como. Indeed, I believe he says he went to Milan."
"Do not let that be mentioned," said I.
"By all means pay him his expenses," said Mrs. Greene; "I would not
owe him anything for worlds."
"He should be paid," said Sophonisba.
"Oh, certainly," said Mr. Greene. And he at once extracted another
sovereign, and tendered it to me in the face of the assembled
This was too much! "Mr. Greene," said I, "I intended to be of service
to you when I went to Milan, and you are very welcome to the benefit
of my intentions. The expense of that journey, whatever may be its
amount, is my own affair." And I remained standing with my closed
"We will be under no obligation to him," said Mrs. Greene; "and I
shall insist on his taking the money."
"The servant will put it on his dressing-table," said Sophonisba. And
she handed the sovereign to the Boots, giving him instructions.
"Keep it yourself, Antonio," I said. Whereupon the man chucked it to
the ceiling with his thumb, caught it as it fell, and with a well-
satisfied air, dropped it into the recesses of his pocket. The air of
the Greenes was also well satisfied, for they felt that they had paid
me in full for all my services.
And now, with many obsequious bows and assurances of deep respect, the
landlord and his family withdrew from the room. "Was there anything
else they could do for Mrs. Greene?" Mrs. Greene was all affability.
She had shown her jewels to the girls, and allowed them to express
their admiration in pretty Italian superlatives. There was nothing
else she wanted to-night. She was very happy and liked Bellaggio.
She would stay yet a week, and would make herself quite happy. And,
though none of them understood a word that the other said, each
understood that things were now rose-coloured, and so with scrapings,
bows, and grinning smiles, the landlord and all his myrmidons
withdrew. Mr. Greene was still counting his money, sovereign by
sovereign, and I was still standing with my folded arms upon my bosom.
"I believe I may now go," said I.
"Good night," said Mrs. Greene.
"Adieu," said Sophonisba.
"I have the pleasure of wishing you good-bye," said Mr. Greene.
And then I walked out of the room. After all, what was the use of
saying anything? And what could I say that would have done me any
service? If they were capable of thinking me a thief,--which they
certainly did,--nothing that I could say would remove the impression.
Nor, as I thought, was it suitable that I should defend myself from
such an imputation. What were the Greenes to me? So I walked slowly
out of the room, and never again saw one of the family from that day
As I stood upon the beach the next morning, while my portmanteau was
being handed into the boat, I gave the Boots five zwanzigers. I was
determined to show him that I did not condescend to feel anger against
He took the money, looked into my face, and then whispered to me, "Why
did you not give me a word of notice beforehand?" he said, and winked
his eye. He was evidently a thief, and took me to be another;--but
what did it matter?
I went thence to Milan, in which city I had no heart to look at
anything; thence to Verona, and so over the pass of the Brenner to
Innspruck. When I once found myself near to my dear friends the
Walkers I was again a happy man; and I may safely declare that, though
a portion of my journey was so troublesome and unfortunate, I look
back upon that tour as the happiest and the luckiest epoch of my life.
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