time—with you, maybe—and see all they want of it; but if I got anything to say about this expedition—and I think I have—we're goin' to sail from Naples!"
Both men stood up then, relieved of their heavy duty, but still a little embarrassed with each other, and Le Seyeux came from the doorway. Behind him, in the dusk of the interior, a charming head appeared;—it was Olivia's, prettily anxious.
Tinker called to her, "Come out here!"
She came, and her mother with her.
"See that?" he said. And he took Laurence's hand and gave it a hearty shake. "Satisfy you?" he said.
But unexpectedly his lips began to tremble; he swallowed painfully, and, to conceal the big tears that rose in his eyes, he turned his head away. Then he turned again to his daughter, kissed her hurriedly, and strode into the hotel without another word.
"Don't go," Mrs. Tinker called after him tremulously, "Earl, don't go."
"He must go now," Le Seyeux explained. "The gentleman has come for him down there."
"Down where?"
"You will see," the courier said; and he pointed to the street below them, where now was heard a great
