the two hours they had sat in the summer-house. Then they had adjourned to have dinner by themselves in the boys' room. All the little hotel, and, for that matter, all the town, was in a buzz of curiosity and interest. As for Mr. Banger, it is proper to say here that he saw that their dinner was handsomely and bountifully served, and that when later he found opportunity for a brief interview with Mr. Marcy and Mr. Saxton he did not do much except apologize and call himself a fool. He did both with a much better grace than might have been expected. He expressed himself in just the same curt fashion to Philip as he shook his hand cordially. The latter could not resist a little revenge.
"O, no," he laughed, "I don't think you are a fool at all, Mr. Banger; but I think you had a chance to be one, and—you made something of it."
Mr. Banger in reply only smiled severely and nodded.
And now the laughter and the loud, earnest hum of conversation reached the mortified landlord as he passed their door.
Gerald sat by his father smiling, but saying
