beside his bed, his heart poured out his thanks in gratitude and
gladness.

While he was dressing, a blue-jacket brought a note from the
admiral. It invited him to tea on board the war-ship, with the
guests of the SERAPIS. His old friend added that he was coming to
lunch with his consul, and wanted time reserved for a long talk.
The consul agreed gladly. He was in holiday humor. The day promised
to repeat the good moments of the night previous.

At nine o'clock, through the open door of the consulate, Marshall
saw Aiken, the wireless operator, signaling from the wharf
excitedly to the yacht, and a boat leave the ship and return.
Almost immediately the launch, carrying several passengers, again
made the trip shoreward.

Half an hour later, Senator Hanley, Miss Cairns, and Livingstone
came up the waterfront, and entering the consulate, seated
themselves around Marshall's desk. Livingstone was sunk in
melancholy. The senator, on. the contrary, was smiling broadly. His
manner was one of distinct relief. He greeted the consul with
hearty good-humor.

"I'm ordered home!" he announced gleefully. Then, remembering the
presence of Livingstone, he hastened to add: "I needn't say how
sorry I am to give up my yachting trip, but orders are orders. The
President," he explained to Marshall, " cables me this morning to
come back and take my coat off." The prospect, as a change from
playing bridge on a pleasure boat, seemed far from depressing him.