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“By all means,” assented Colonel Kenton with inconsequent courtliness, “think it over. It’s all that’s left us.”

Matters did not look so dark, quite, after a tumbler of coffee with milk, but they did not continue to brighten so much as they ought with the cigars. “Now let us go through the facts of the case,” said the consul, and the colonel wearily reproduced his original narrative with every possible circumstance. “But you know all about it,” he concluded. “I don’t see any end of it. I don’t see but I’m to spend the rest of my life in hunting up a hotel that professes to be the Kaiserin Elisabeth, and isn’t. I never knew anything like it.”

“It certainly has the charm of novelty,” gloomily assented the consul: it must be owned that his gloom was a respectful feint. “I have heard of men running away from their hotels, but I never did hear of a hotel running away from a man before now. Yes–hold on! I have, too. Aladdin’s palace–and with Mrs. Aladdin in it, at that! It’s a parallel case.” Here he abandoned himself as usual, while Colonel Kenton viewed his mirth with a dreary grin. When he at last caught his breath, “I beg your pardon, I do, indeed,” the consul implored. “I know just how you feel, but of course it’s coming out right. We’ve been to all the hotels I know of, but there must be others. We’ll get some more names and start at once; and if the genie has dropped your hotel anywhere this side of Africa we shall find it. If the worst comes to the worst, you can stay at my house to-night and start new to-m–Oh, I forgot!–Mrs. Kenton! Really, the whole thing is such an amusing muddle that I can’t seem to get over it.” He looked at Kenton with tears in his eyes, but contained himself and decorously summoned a waiter, who brought him whatever corresponds to a city directory in Vienna. “There!” he said, when he had copied into his note-book a number of addresses, “I don’t think your hotel will escape us this time;” and discharging his account he led the way to the door, Colonel Kenton listlessly following.

The wretched husband was now suffering all the anguish of a just remorse, and the heartlessness of his behavior in going off upon his own pleasure the whole afternoon and leaving his wife alone in a strange hotel to pass the time as she might was no less a poignant reproach, because it seemed so inconceivable in connection with what he had always taken to be the kindness and unselfishness of his character. We all know the sensation; and I know none, on the whole, so disagreeable, so little flattering, so persistent when once it has established itself in the ill-doer’s consciousness. To find out that you are not so good or generous or magnanimous as you thought is, next to having other people find it out, probably the unfriendliest discovery that can be made. But I suppose it has its uses. Colonel Kenton now saw the unhandsomeness of his leaving his wife at all, and he beheld in its true light his shabbiness in not going back to tell her he had found his old friend and was to bring him to dinner. The Lohndiener would of course have taken him straight to his hotel, and he would have been spared this shameful exposure, which, he knew well enough, Davis would never forget, but would tell all his life with an ever-increasing garniture of fiction. He cursed his weakness in allowing himself to dawdle about those arsenals and that parade-ground, and to be so far misguided by a hardened bachelor as to admire certain yellow-haired German and black-haired Hungarian women on the promenade; when he came to think of going out in that sledge, it was with anathema maranatha. He groaned in spirit, but he owned that he was rightly punished, though it seemed hard that his wife should be punished too. And then he went on miserably to figure first her slight surprise at his being gone so long; then her vague uneasiness and her conjectures; then her dawning apprehensions and her helplessness; her probable sending to the consulate to find out what had become of him; her dismay at learning nothing of him there; her waiting and waiting in wild dismay as the moments and hours went by; her frenzied running to the door at every step and her despair when it proved not his. He had seen her suffering from less causes. And where was she? In what low, shabby tavern had he left her? He choked with rage and grief, and could hardly speak to the gentleman, a naturalized fellow-citizen of Vienna, to whom he found the consul introducing him.