As they entered the harbor and drew near the wharf, the two voices, which had for a time been silent, broke forth into a "good-night,"—a pretty German serenade, which was received with great applause.
"Thank you for the most perfect day of my life," whispered Larkington, as he helped Gladys down the gangway to the little boat.
"Good-night and good-by, Miss Carleton," said Silsbee Saltonstall. "I shall not have the pleasure of seeing you again, as I leave Newport to-morrow."
"And has to-day been so long that the month you yesterday expected to pass at Newport seems to have gone by? Thank you for the compliment. Good-by; bon voyage. Take my advice, and, as you are a cautious Boston man, don't go to Mt. Desert. I should recommend the Adirondacks for you. Good-night."
True to his word, Silsbee Saltonstall left Newport the next morning. He felt himself on the verge of falling in love with the
