“I suppose you are Lord Cyril,” said Ben, who had read some English novels.
“No, indeed. Call me Cyril and I will call you Edwin.”
As he spoke his face was lighted up by such a pleasant smile that Ben was very much drawn towards him.
“I shall be glad to feel on such friendly terms,” said Ben.
“Then let us be sworn friends. Have you engaged your place at the table?”
“No. This is my first voyage, and I don’t know the customs of the ship.”
“Then let me engage seats for us both. I want you next to me. Will your mother mind?”
“I don’t think so, but I will speak to her.”
“Do go, and at once, for there is no time to be lost.”
Ben went to Mrs. Harcourt’s stateroom.