"And now here it comes," whispered Sybil, as the ferry-boat touched the shore.
He handed her in, and placed her on a comfortable seat.
After that Sybil never removed her veil or opened her lips. But the boy talked a little with the ferry-man until they reached the opposite shore.
They landed, and went immediately up to the hotel.
"Is Judge Ruthven in?" inquired the lad.
"Yes, sir," answered the waiter.
"Is he disengaged?"
"I will see, sir. He has just finished luncheon," answered the man.
"Tell him that a lady wishes to speak to him on important business," said the boy.
The waiter left the room, and after an absence of five minutes returned to say that the judge would see the lady, and that he, the waiter, would show her up.