you which has made you deal more harshly with me than perhaps you might
otherwise have done. I wish you would tell me what she said?"

"She has said nothing," murmured Miss Earle, with a sigh, "but what you
yourself have confirmed. I do not pay much attention to what she says."
"Well, you don't pay much attention to what I say either," he replied.
"However, as I say, there is one person I am not sorry for; I even wish
it were raining. I am very revengeful, you see."

"I do not know that I am very sorry for her myself," replied Miss Earle,
frankly; "but I am sorry for her poor old father, who hasn't appeared in
the saloon a single day except the first. He has been sick the entire
voyage."

"Her father?" cried Morris, with a rising inflection in his voice.

"Certainly."

"Why, bless my soul! Her father has been dead for ages and ages."

"Then who is the old man she is with?"

"Old man! It would do me good to have her hear you call him the old man.
Why, that is her husband."

"Her husband!" echoed Miss Earle, with wide open eyes, "I thought he was
her father."

"Oh, not at all. It is true, as you know, that I was engaged to the
young lady, and I presume if I had become a partner in our firm sooner