"An admirable selection, Morris. Good-night, dear old friend."
"Good-night, sir; but please take notice I have put in a chess board and set of chessmen."
"All right, professor. Good-night," repeated Ishmael
"Yes, sir; good-night! And there's a first-rate spy-glass, as I thought you'd like to have to see distant objects."
"Thank you, professor. Good-night!" reiterated Ishmael, scarcely able to restrain his laughter.
"Good-night, sir. And there's some—well, I see you're laughing at me."
"No, no, professor! or, if I was, it was in sympathy and pleasure; not in derision—Heaven forbid! Your boyish interest in this voyage is really charming to me, professor. But you must retire, old friend; indeed you must. You know we will have plenty of time to look over these things when we get on board the steamer," said Ishmael, taking the old man's hand, cordially shaking it, and resolutely dismissing him to rest.
And Ishmael himself retired to bed and to sleep, and being very much fatigued with his long ride, he slept soundly until morning.
Though the professor was too much excited by the thoughts of his voyage to sleep much, yet he was up with the earliest dawn of morning, moving about softly in his master's room, strapping down the trunks and laying out traveling clothes and toilet apparatus.
The kind old maiden ladies also bestirred themselves earlier than usual this morning, that their young favorite should enjoy one more comfortable breakfast before he left.