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Mrs. Harrigan took the omnibus up to the villa. It was generally too much

of a climb for her. Nora and Celeste preferred to walk.

"What am I going to do, Celeste? He is here, and over at Cadenabbia last

night I had a terrible scene with him. In heaven's name, why can't they

let me be?"

"Herr Rosen?"

"Yes."

"Why not speak to your father?"

"And have a fisticuff which would appear in every newspaper in the world?

No, thank you. There is enough scandalous stuff being printed as it is,

and I am helpless to prevent it."

As the climb starts off stiffly, there wasn't much inclination in either

to talk. Celeste had come to one decision, and that was that Nora should

find out Courtlandt's presence here in Bellaggio herself. When they

arrived at the villa gates, Celeste offered a suggestion.

"You could easily stop all this rumor and annoyance."

"And, pray, how?"

"Marry."

"I prefer the rumor and annoyance. I hate men. Most of them are beasts."

"You are prejudiced."

If Celeste expected Nora to reply that she had reason, she was

disappointed, Nora quickened her pace, that was all.

At luncheon Harrigan innocently threw a bomb into camp by inquiring: "Say,

Nora, who's this chump Herr Rosen? He was up here last night and again

this morning. I was going to offer him the cot on the balcony, but I

thought I'd consult you first."

"Herr Rosen!" exclaimed Mrs. Harrigan, a flutter in her throat. "Why,

that's...."

"A charming young man who wishes me to sign a contract to sing to him in

perpetuity," interrupted Nora, pressing her mother's foot warningly.

"Well, why don't you marry him?" laughed Harrigan. "There's worse things

than frankfurters and sauerkraut."

"Not that I can think of just now," returned Nora.