presence either, for that matter."

"Oh, I assure you I wasn't laughing at you. I laughed with pleasure to
see you come on deck. I have been waiting for you."

"Now, Mr. Morris, that from a man who boasts of his truthfulness is a
little too much. You did not see me at all until I spoke; and if, as you
say, you were thinking of me, you will have to explain that laugh."

"I will explain it before the voyage is over, Miss Earle. I can't
explain it just now."

"Ah, then you admit you were untruthful when you said you laughed
because you saw me?"

"I may as well admit it. You seem to know things intuitively. I am not
nearly as truthful a person as I thought I was until I met you. You seem
the very embodiment of truth. If I had not met you, I imagine I should
have gone through life thinking myself one of the most truthful men in
New York."

"Perhaps that would not be saying very much for yourself," replied the
young lady, as she took her place in the steamer chair.

"I am sorry you have such a poor opinion of us New Yorkers," said the
young man. "Why are you so late this morning?"

"I am not late; it is you who are early. This is my usual time. I have
been a very punctual person all my life."