Philip looked blank at this.
"You goose!" said Margaret. "I have kissed him I don't know how many times. Why, he's over sixty! and don't you think he deserves it, sir, for the care he has taken of me."
"Of course," responded Philip, the cloud in his face clearing. "I am a goose. I know you wouldn't kiss a younger man--unless it was me."
"Not a much younger man," replied Margaret with a merry laugh, as she ran away from him.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
"WHAT IF THERE ARE VILLAINS AND SCOUNDRELS IN THE WORLD?" HE CRIED, "WE WILL NEVER LOSE OUR FAITH IN GOD AND MAN--NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!"
Philip watched until Margaret was out of sight, and then walked slowly to Mr. Hart's room, and knocked at the door, but received no answer. He strolled into the bar of the hotel, but could not see Mr. Hart.
"He must be in his room," quoth Philip to himself. "There was a light there."
He knocked at the door again, and still receiving no answer, turned the handle, and found the door unfastened. He entered the room, and saw Mr. Hart sitting before his little table with his head buried in his hands.
"Ah! you're there," said Philip, closing the door behind him, and drawing a chair to the table. "I want to say something particular to you."