CHAPTER XVI

SCHLOSS TYROL “Where shall we go to-day?” Will inquired next morning, as they sipped their early coffee at the Erzherzog Johann. He was already hard at work on his projected operetta, but ’twas a fad of his to compose in the open air; he went out for a long stroll every morning with Florian, and sat on the hillsides, jotting his thoughts down with a pencil, exactly as they occurred, face to face with Nature. “Rue won’t meet us to-day, she says,” his friend answered with a yawn. “Her nerves are tired after her walk …