"What is that?" asked both at once.
"Why, as it will be rather lonely for you in that big hotel, I thought I would drop a line to a friend at his bachelor apartments on Madison Avenue and ask him to let you put up with him instead of at the Windsor. He has plenty of room, and he will be delighted to entertain you. Don't you think you would enjoy that arrangement? His name is Hilliard. He has been in London for a year or two, or Philip there would know him better than by hearsay."
Gerald and Philip declared that great enjoyment was promised by this arrangement.
"There's one of the breakfast-bells!" Mr. Marcy exclaimed presently, hurriedly rising. "I believe I have talked over every thing with you that is necessary now. You can begin your packing as soon as you like, Gerald, though you have time enough. I never knew you so quiet over any excitement before, Philip. Are you afraid of being seasick?"
"No, he's afraid of the responsibility of looking after me!" exclaimed Gerald, quick as a flash.
Philip smiled. "Nothing of the sort," he said. "Only it's a good deal more to me to
