never could be glad again in this world.

"Yes," said Mr. Brudenell, "I am very glad indeed to be of your
party. Good-morning, Worth!"

"Good-morning, sir! You were very fortunate to catch the train."

"Very! I was within half a minute of missing it. I had a run for it,
I assure you."

"I beg your pardon, sir! Have you breakfasted?" here inquired the
professor, in all the conscious importance of carrying a hamper.

"Ah, professor! how do you do? You are never going to Europe?"
exclaimed Mr. Brudenell, in surprise.

"Yes, sir. I go wherever my master leads, sir. Mr. Worth and his
humble servant will never be separated till death do them part. But
about your breakfast, sir?"

"Why, truly, no, I have not breakfasted, unless a cup of suspicious-
looking liquid called coffee, drunk at the railway table, could be
called breakfast."

The professor sat his hamper on his knees, opened it, and began to
reveal its hidden treasures.

Ishmael laughed, expressed his surprise, and inquired of Morris what
cook shop he patronized.