"Excuse me, Richard; I think we would better go by land. I presume you can get some sort of a carriage. I confess I am not fond of boats at best, and since you were wrecked in the Josephine I have a horror of venturing on them."
"Very well, mother; I will make all the arrangements, and meanwhile go back to the admiral and tell him to expect you."
"Do so," said his mother; "we will go and make ready. Come, Josephine."
"Presently," answered Miss Remington; "I wish to speak to Dick a minute."
"Richard," said his whilom fiancée, when they were alone, "are you in love with that girl?"
"Well, er——"
"Answer me honestly!"
"I think it is very likely that I shall be, Josephine," he responded at last. "You see, since you have thrown me over I——"
"Dick Revere, I believe you are in love with her now; I don't believe you care a single bit whether I throw you over or not."
"Care!" exclaimed Revere. "I care immensely, I want to assure you, Josephine. But I really do not see, since you have thrown me over, that you have any right to object to my falling in love with anybody else, have you?"