“And now I must say good-by. I hear Adler’s step on the stairs, and he has promised to see me off,” said Harcourt, rising.
“Good-by,” she said, giving him her hand.
And so they parted.
Adler was waiting for him in the passage, and greeted him with a hearty “Good-evening.”
Harcourt put on his ulster, his seal hat and his gloves.
Adler took up his carpetbag, and insisted on carrying it.
They walked to the Cortlandt Street ferry, which was not far off, took the boat, and in due time reached Jersey City and the depot.
“Take my advice,” said Adler, as they went toward the ticket office, “‘cuss the cost,’ and take a sleeping car. You are not yet strong enough to sit up all night.”
“But must do so, nevertheless,” replied Harcourt, true to his resolution of stern self-denial.
He took his ticket, bade his friend a hasty good-night, and hurried to the train, and just boarded it as it began to move slowly out of the station.