Nothing more, happened worth noting till the Vesta reached Liverpool.
Bernard was exercised in mind. He had fully determined to leave the professor, but it was not necessary to do so immediately. He was afraid also that Puffer, claiming guardianship, would have him pursued if he fled from him. He would easily be able to establish the fact that Bernard was under his charge, and this might embarrass him.
“Come, Bernard,” said Professor Puffer, “I want you to get your luggage ready. We shall go ashore as soon as the custom officers have examined it.”
“Where are you going, sir?”
“To the Albion Hotel.”
“If I go with you, you must have a separate room for me.”
“Haven’t you got over that old folly? That will make an extra expense.”
“I can’t help that, sir. You have made it necessary.”
Professor Puffer was very angry, but he reflected that it would not be wise to make a fuss, as it would lead to a revelation from Bernard that would embarrass him, at the least, especially as Jack Staples was at hand ready to confirm any allegation that his ward might make.
“Very well,” he said shortly.