"What became of the other man?" asked Philip.
"Him? I went to him next day, and told him if ever he spoke to Lil again I'd push his face in."
"What did he say to that?"
"He was most gentlemanly about it. Oh, most gentlemanly!" Brand assumed the mincing accent which he reserved for his impersonations of the aristocracy. "Told me he had no desire to come between an honest working-man and his future wife. Said he was not permanently interested in the lady! He got no further than that, because that was where I did push his face in. He was a nasty sight when I'd finished with him. He never went near Lil again, though,—the rabbit! Since than not a word has passed between her and me, except when business required. Then, last Friday, I saw her going round the office and garage saying good-bye to everybody—except me, of course—and telling them she was going to America. I waited till the dinner-hour; then wrote to headquarters, resigned my job, and went straight to Liverpool, where I managed to get signed on aboard this boat. That's all."
"What are you going to do when you get to New York?" asked Philip.
"I don't know. It depends on what Lil does," replied single-minded Citizen Brand.
"Well, how do you like the prospect of New York to-morrow, Miss Jennings?" asked Philip.
They were leaning over the taffrail in the calm darkness, watching the phosphorescent wake of the great propellers.