There came walking toward them along the road a man in white trousers, dark-blue coat, and cap with a gold insignia.
"That must be some one from the yacht now," said Philip.
Diana looked up, looked again, and with a cry of delight, ran forward straight into the arms of the man.
"Daddy, Daddy!" she cried, "how good of you!"
The tall, handsome stranger, with silver threads in his brown mustache, glanced up at his daughter's escort while he kissed her.
"I had to look you up, you know," he said while she held him tight, her arms around his neck.
Loosing him, she half turned to Philip. "This is Mr. Barrison, Daddy. We were just going down to see who was the stranger in the cove."
Mr. Wilbur shook hands with the tanned, blond youth in a perfunctory manner, scarcely looking at him.
"Mamma is here. Did you know it?" cried Diana.