"But it isn't really, it's Anthony. I'm the undignified heir to
the stocks and bonds of an old party by that name who lives in
Albany."

"Darwin K. Anthony?" questioned she, quickly. "Is he your father?"
Her face lighted with a flash of genuine interest.

Kirk nodded. "He's my prodigal father and I'm the fatted son. Do
you know the governor?"

"Yes, slightly."

"Well, what do you think of that? He's a great old party, isn't
he?" He chuckled irrepressibly. "Did you ever hear him swear?"

The woman shook her head with a smile. "I hardly know him well
enough for that."

"Oh, he's a free performer; he swears naturally; can't help it.
Everybody knows he doesn't mean anything. It's funny, isn't it,
with all his credit, that I can't get a shirt until I put up a
diamond ring? He could buy a railroad with half that security."

"You are joking, are you not?"

"No indeed. I never needed a shirt so badly in my life. You see, I
didn't intend to take this trip; I didn't even know I had sailed.
When I woke up I thought this was a hotel. I've got no more
baggage than a robin."