"No," she said. "It's an invitation to join a party on Mr.
Waterman's new yacht."

"The _Brunnhilde_!" exclaimed Montague. "You don't say so!"

"Yes, and I hate to miss it," said she.

"How long shall you be gone?" he asked.

"I shall be back sometime this evening," she answered. "We are going
up the Sound. The yacht has just been put into commission, you
know."

"Where is she lying?"

"Off the Battery. I am to be on board in an hour, and I was just
about to start. Couldn't you possibly meet me there?"

"Yes," said Montague. "I will come over. I suppose they will wait a
few minutes."

"I am half dying to know about the offer," said Lucy.

Montague had a couple of callers, which delayed him somewhat;
finally he jumped into a cab and drove to the Battery.

Here, in the neighbourhood of Castle Garden, was a sheltered place
popularly known as the "Millionaires' Basin," being the favourite
anchorage of the private yachts of the "Wall Street flotilla." At
this time of the year most of the great men had already moved out to