"I shall have the maids begin packing at once; and, Mr.Thornton, I shall instruct Wilson to attend directly to your luggage, for you would never think of it until within an hour of sailing." Her departure seemed the signal for the breaking up of the little company.

Mr.Whitney lingered a few moments at Miss Carleton's side, with a few murmured words of regret that she was to leave so soon, to which she listened courteously, though making little response.

After he had gone she remained standing where he had left her, gazing dreamily out on the river and the distant bluffs.
Merrick, slowly sauntering up and down the veranda, had observed the whole scene, and now watched the fair young face with a suggestion of a smile in his kindly eyes.
"H'm!" he soliloquized; "Whitney is a bigger fool than I've given him credit for if he thinks he stands any show in that direction.
If I'm not mistaken, I know which way the wind blows, and it's dollars to doughnuts she'll lose that far-away expression of hers before she's been aboard the 'Campania' many hours.

I'd like to be aboard myself and watch the transformation scene." The attorney's voice here broke in upon his cogitations.
"I say, Merrick, that was a regular bomb you threw at Mainwaring with regard to young Scott! How did you discover he was an Englishman ?" "I very easily ascertained that he was not an American; that he was of English descent followed as a matter of course.

I am not sure whether he is of English birth." "You seem to be keeping an eye on him." "It is my business just now to be posted regarding every one associated with this place.