Do you know how Saxton here behaved when I read the paragraph to him? He did just what you did, Philip, this morning—fainted."
"And do you know what Mr. Marcy did, Touchtone?" asked Mr. Saxton, flushing. "He dropped the paper and sobbed like a boy—and never tried to bring me to!"
"Come, now, shut up, Saxton!" exclaimed Mr. Marcy, turning red, and giving Philip a slap on the shoulder. "These little retaliations aren't gentlemanly, really."
But he gave Philip a glance that was eloquent of the affection he had for him and of the grief which his loss would have brought to him, during all his busy life. They had had several moments by themselves during the day.
"Well, that rascal was right, you see, after all," resumed Marcy. "We were stuck fast in a most particularly out-of-the-way place. And Gerald's father, here, was any thing but a well man. His was a good guess, even with his having read the papers in which the steamer's sinking was written up."
Saxton laughed.
"I thought we should sink ourselves, in the
