had letters to write, I saw nothing of young Howard till the evening. I found him unreasonably contrite for what he had said to me the night before; and when I told him he had merely spoken the truth, and was quite justified in doing so, he seemed more miserable than ever.
"Come," he said, "let us have a walk on the deck."
It was between nine and ten o'clock; and when we got out on the deck, I said to him, "Without wishing to interfere any further"
"Now, don't say that," he cried; "it is cruel."
"Well, I merely wanted to know where your two charges are."
"I don't know," he answered, in a husky whisper; "they are not in the usual corner to-night, and I don't know where they are."
"She is probably with her husband," I suggested.
"No, he is down in the saloon reading."
As young Howard was somewhat prone to get emphatic when he began to talk upon this subject, and as there was always a danger of other people overhearing what he said, I drew him away to a more secluded part of the ship. On this particular boat there was a wheelhouse aft unused, and generally filled up with old steamer chairs. A narrow passage led around this at the curving stern, seldom
