"Bully!" Cameron had a peculiar feeling in his throat. Then added: "I cut something out of a paper the other day that seemed to me to hold all the philosophy necessary for this tug-of-war we call life. Here it is!"
"Read it, please," Joan dropped her eyes.
"A shipwrecked sailor, buried here, bids you set sail.
Full many a gallant bark, when he was lost, weathered the gale."
"Isn't that good, gripping stuff? I've caught the sense of it, and when I get to thinking—well, of such as lie in many of these little rooms, I'm glad—you're—setting sail!"
"Thank you, Doctor Cameron. I am setting sail! I thought I was before—I see the difference now. And to-morrow——"
"And to-morrow—where are you going—to-morrow?"
Cameron was ill at ease.
"To a little hotel—I will give you the address in the morning. It is from there that I will set sail."