The elevator descended, the door of the cage opened, and Stephen himself darted out. His face was red, he was scowling fiercely, and he strode toward the street without looking in his guardian’s direction.
The captain caught him as he passed.
“Here, boy!” he exclaimed; “where’s the fire? Where are you bound?”
His nephew, brought thus unexpectedly to a halt, stared at him.
“Oh, it’s you!” he exclaimed. “Humph! I’m bound—I don’t know where I’m bound!”
“You don’t, hey? Well, you can cruise a long ways on a v’yage like that. What do you mean?”
“Aw, let me alone! I’m going to the club, I guess, or somewhere. Anyhow, I won’t stay with her. I told her so. Silly little idiot! By gad, she understands what I think of her conduct. I’ll never speak to her again. I told her so. She—”
“Here! Belay! Stop! Who are you talking about?”
“Caro, of course. She—”
“You’ve run off and left her alone—to-night? Where is she?”