fringed　white　parasol；　and　they　both　bowed　right　and　left　in
  acknowledgment　of　those　hollow　groans；　but　again　it　seemed；　to　March　that
  sovereignty；　gave　the　popular　curiosity；　not　to　call　it　devotion；　a
  scantier　return　than　it　merited。　　He　had　perhaps　been　insensibly　working
  toward　some　such　perception　as　now　came　to　him　that　the　great　difference
  between　Europe　and　America　was　that　in　Europe　life　is　histrionic　and
  dramatized；　and　that　in　America；　except　when　it　is　trying　to　be　European；
  it　is　direct　and　sincere。　　He　wondered　whether　the　innate　conviction　of
  equality；　the　deep；　underlying　sense　of　a　common　humanity　transcending
  all　social　and　civic　pretences；　was　what　gave　their　theatrical　effect　to
  the　shows　of　deference　from　low　to　high；　and　of　condescension　from　high
  to　low。　　If　in　such　encounters　of　sovereigns　and　subjects；　the　prince　did
  not　play　his　part　so　well　as　the　people；　it　might　be　that　he　had　a　harder
  part　to　play；　and　that　to　support　his　dignity　at　all；　to　keep　from　being
  found　out　the　sham　that　he　essentially　was；　he　had　to　hurry　across　the
  stage　amidst　the　distracting　thunders　of　the　orchestra。　　If　the　star
  staid　to　be　scrutinized　by　the　soldiers；　citizens；　and　so　forth；　even　the
  poor　supernumeraries　and　scene…shifters　might　see　that　he　was　a　tallow
  candle　like　themselves。
  In　the　censorious　mood　induced　by　the　reflection　that　he　had　waited　an
  hour　and　a　half　for　half　a　minute's　glimpse　of　the　imperial　party；　March
  now　decided　not　to　go　to　the　manoeuvres；　where　he　might　be　subjected　to
  still　greater　humiliation　and　disappointment。　　He　had　certainly　come　to
  Wurzburg　for　the　manoeuvres；　but　Wurzburg　had　been　richly　repaying　in
  itself；　and　why　should　he　stifle　half　an　hour　in　an　overcrowded　train；
  and　struggle　for　three　miles　on　foot　against　that　harsh　wind；　to　see　a
  multitude　of　men　give　proofs　of　their　fitness　to　do　manifold　murder？
  He　was；　in　fact；　not　the　least　curious　for　the　sight；　and　the　only　thing
  that　really　troubled　him　was　the　question　of　how　he　should　justify　his
  recreance　to　his　wife。　　This　did　alloy　the　pleasure　with　which　he　began；
  after　an　excellent　breakfast　at　a　neighboring　caf？　to　stroll　about　the
  streets；　though　he　had　them　almost　to　himself；　so　many　citizens　had
  followed　the　soldiers　to　the　manoeuvres。
  It　was　not　till　the　soldiers　began　returning　from　the　manoeuvres；　dusty…
  footed；　and　in　white　canvas　overalls　drawn　over　their　trousers　to　save
  them；　that　he　went　back　to　Mrs。　March　and　Miss　Triscoe　at　the　Swan。　　He
  had　given　them　time　enough　to　imagine　him　at　the　review；　and　to　wonder
  whether　he　had　seen　General　Triscoe　and　the　Stollers　there；　and　they　met
  him　with　such　confident　inquiries　that　he　would　not　undeceive　them　at
  once。　　He　let　them　divine　from　his　inventive　answers　that　he　had　not　gone
  to　the　manoeuvres；　which　put　them　in　the　best　humor　with　themselves；　and
  the　girl　said　it　was　so　cold　and　rough　that　she　wished　her　father　had　not
  gone；　either。　　The　general　appeared　just　before　dinner　and　frankly　avowed
  the　same　wish。　　He　was　rasping　and　wheezing　from　the　dust　which　filled
  his　lungs；　he　looked　blown　and　red；　and　he　was　too　angry　with　the　company
  he　had　been　in　to　have　any　comments　on　the　manoeuvres。　　He　referred　to
  the　military　chiefly　in　relation　to　the　Miss　Stollers'　ineffectual
  flirtations；　which　he　declared　had　been　outrageous。　　Their　father　had
  apparently　no　control　over　them　whatever；　or　else　was　too　ignorant　to
  know　that　they　were　misbehaving。　　They　were　without　respect　or　reverence
  for　any　one；　they　had　talked　to　General　Triscoe　as　if　he　were　a　boy　of
  their　own　age；　or　a　dotard　whom　nobody　need　mind；　they　had　not　only　kept
  up　their　foolish　babble　before　him；　they　had　laughed　and　giggled；　they
  had　broken　into　snatches　of　American　song；　they　had　all　but　whistled　and
  danced。　　They　made　loud　comments　in　Illinois　Englishon　the　cuteness　of
  the　officers　whom　they　admired；　and　they　had　at　one　time　actually　got　out
  their　handkerchiefs。　　He　supposed　they　meant　to　wave　them　at　the
  officers；　but　at　the　look　he　gave　them　they　merely　put　their　hats
  together　and　snickered　in　derision　of　him。　　They　were　American　girls　of
  the　worst　type；　they　conformed　to　no　standard　of　behavior；　their　conduct
  was　personal。　　They　ought　to　be　taken　home。
  Mrs。　March　said　she　saw　what　he　meant；　and　she　agreed　with　him　that　they
  were　altogether　unformed；　and　were　the　effect　of　their　own　ignorant
  caprices。　　Probably；　however；　it　was　too　late　to　amend　them　by　taking
  them　away。
  〃It　would　hide　them；　at　any　rate；〃　he　answered。　　〃They　would　sink　back
  into　the　great　mass　of　our　vulgarity；　and　not　be　noticed。　　We　behave　like
  a　parcel　of　peasants　with　our　women。　　We　think　that　if　no　harm　is　meant
  or　thought；　we　may　risk　any　sort　of　appearance；　and　we　do　things　that　are
  scandalously　improper　simply　because　they　are　innocent。　　That　may　be　all
  very　well　at　home；　but　people　who　prefer　that　sort　of　thing　had　better
  stay　there；　where　our　peasant　manners　won't　make　them　conspicuous。〃
  As　their　train　ran　northward　out　of　Wurzburg　that　afternoon；　Mrs。　March
  recurred　to　the　general's　closing　words。　　〃That　was　a　slap　at　Mrs。　Adding
  for　letting　Kenby　go　off　with　her。〃
  She　took　up　the　history　of　the　past　twenty…four　hours；　from　the　time
  March　had　left　her　with　Miss　Triscoe　when　he　went　with　her　father　and　the
  Addings　and　Kenby　to　see　that　church。　　She　had　had　no　chance　to　bring　up
  these　arrears　until　now；　and　she　atoned　to　herself　for　the　delay　by
  making　the　history　very　full；　and　going　back　and　adding　touches　at　any
  point　where　she　thought　she　had　scanted　it。　　After　all；　it　consisted
  mainly　of　fragmentary　intimations　from　Miss　Triscoe　and　of　half…uttered
  questions　which　her　own　art　now　built　into　a　coherent　statement。
  March　could　not　find　that　the　general　had　much　resented　Burnamy's
  clandestine　visit　to　Carlsbad　when　his　daughter　told　him　of　it；　or　that
  he　had　done　more　than　make　her　promise　that　she　would　not　keep　up　the
  acquaintance　upon　any　terms　unknown　to　him。
  〃Probably；〃　Mrs。　March　said；　〃as　long　as　he　had　any　hopes　of　Mrs。　Adding；
  he　was　a　little　too　self…conscious　to　be　very　up　and　down　about　Burnamy。〃
  〃Then　you　think　he　was　really　serious　about　her？〃
  〃Now　my　dear！　　He　was　so　serious　that　I　suppose　he　was　never　so
  completely　taken　aback　in　his　life　as　when　he　met　Kenby　in　Wurzburg　and
  saw　how　she　received　him。　　Of　course；　that　put　an　end　to　the　fight。〃
  〃The　fight？〃
  〃Yesthat　Mrs。　Adding　and　Agatha　were　keeping　up　to　prevent　his　offering
  himself。〃
  〃Oh！　And　how　do　you　know　that　they　were　keeping　up　the　fight　together？〃
  〃How　do　I？　　Didn't　you　see　yourself　what　friends　they　were？　　Did　you　tell
  him　what　Stoller　had；　said　about　Burnamy？〃
  〃I　had　no　chance。　　I　don't　know　that　I　should　have　done　it；　anyway。　　It
  wasn't　my　affair。〃
  〃Well；　then；　I　think　you　might。　　It　would　have　been　everything　for　that
  poor　child；　it　would　have　completely　justified　her　in　her　own　eyes。〃
  〃Perhaps　your　telling　her　will　serve　the　same　purpose。〃
  〃Yes；　I　did　tell　her；　and　I　am　glad　of　it。　　She　had　a　right　to　know　it。〃
  〃Did　she　think　Stoller's　willingness　to　overlook　Burnamy's　performance
  had　anything　to　do　with　its　moral　quality？〃
  Mrs。　March　was　daunted　for　the　moment；　but　she　said；　〃I　told　her　you
  thought　that　if　a　person　owned　to　a　fault　they　disowned　it；　and　put　it
  away　from　them　just　as　if　it　had　never　been　committed；　and　that　if　a
  person　had　taken　their　punishment　for　a　wrong　they　had　done；　they　had
  expiated　it　so　far　as　anybody　else　was　concerned。　　And　hasn't　poor
  Burnamy　done　both？〃
  As　a　moralist　March　was　flattered　to　be　hoist　with　his　own　petard；　but　as
  a　husband　he　was　not　going　to　come　down　at　once。　　〃I　thought　probably　you
  had　told　her　that。　　You　had　it　pat　from　having　just　been　over　it　with　me。
  When　has　she　heard　from　him？〃
  〃Why；　that's　the　strangest　thing　about　it。　　She　hasn't　heard　at　all。　　She
  doesn't　know　where　he　is。　　She　thought　we　must　know。　　She　was　terribly
  broken　up。〃
  〃How　did　she　show　it？〃
  〃She　didn't　show　it。　　Either　you　want　to　tease；　or　you've　forgotten　how
  such　things　are　with　young　peopleor　at　least　girls。〃
  〃Yes；　it's　all　a　long　time　ago　with　me；　and　I　never　was　a　girl。　　Besides；
  the　frank　and　direct　behavior　of　Kenby　and　Mrs。　Adding　has　been　very
  obliterating　to　my　early　impressions　of　love…making。〃
  〃It　certainly　hasn't　been　ideal；〃　said　Mrs。　March　with　a　sigh。
  〃Why　hasn't　it　been　ideal？〃　he　asked。　　〃Kenby　is　tremendously　in　love
  with　her；　and　I　believe　she's　had　a　fancy　for　him　from　the　beginning。
  If　it　hadn't　been　for　Rose　she　would　have　accepted　him　at　once；　and　now
  he's　essential　to　them　both　in　their　helplessness。　　As　for　Papa　Triscoe
  and　his　Europeanized　scruples；　if　they　have　any　reality　at　all　they're
  the　residuum　of　his　personal　resentment；　and　Kenby　and　Mrs。　Adding　have
  nothing　to　do　with　their　unreality。　　His　being　in　love　with　her　is　no
  reason　why　he　shouldn't　be　helpful　to　her　when　she　needs　him；　and　every
  reason　why　he　should。　　I　call　it　a　poem；　such　as　very　few　people　have　the
  luck　to　live　out　together。〃
  Mrs。　March　listened　with　mounting　fervor；　and　when　he　stopped；　she　cried
  out；　〃Well；　my　dear；　I　do　believe　you　are　right！　　It　is　ideal；