uneasiness. He perceived that his host of the Kossuth was really inclined to doubt the genuineness of their story and the identity of himself and Gerald. His manner, at least, was, all at once, cold and unpleasant. Besides that, the amount of money they possessed was not so great, after all, certainly not inexhaustible. Every day's moderate expenses lessened it. Their return journey was before them, besides.
"I can't stand it, Philip; I can't any longer! Papa is dead, or something dreadful has happened to him and Mr. Marcy. Let us get out of this place." After breakfast Gerald spoke thus.
"But we may just be running off from the thing we are waiting for. Perhaps this very afternoon, if we should go—"
"O, Philip, please, let us go! I can't stay shut up here, where we shall never find out any thing! It's telling on you as much as on me, for all you try to explain things away! Not another night here! Do say yes, Philip."
"Well—yes," replied Touchtone, gravely. "I think it will be best. Whatever this delay comes out of, it may last indefinitely. We'll be ready for the four o'clock train."
Mr. Banger received this decision in silence.
