They stopped a night at Basle, and again she stood upon the balcony. He was close to her as she stood there,--so close that, putting out her hand for his, she was able to take it and press it closely. "You are thinking of something, Alice," he said. "What is it?"

They stopped a night at Basle, and again Alice stood upon the balcony. Mr. Grey was close to her - so close that she was able to take his hand and press it.
"You are thinking of something, Alice," he said. "What is it?"
