“Liverpool seems to be a good place to sleep,” he went on. “It seems good to step on shore after so long a time on shipboard.”
“You are right.”
“Are you ready to go down to breakfast?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come down then. I feel hungry.”
They went into the coffee room, and were soon served with mutton chops, beautiful, flaky potatoes, coffee, and bread and butter. The chops were good, and the coffee as good as the average British article of that name.
In spite of the disturbance of the night before, Bernard enjoyed his breakfast. So, apparently, did the professor, but he did not say much. He appeared busy thinking.
Presently a cheery voice was heard from the next table: “How are you, professor? Good morning, Bernard!”
Looking up, Bernard saw that the speaker was Nelson Sturgis, the Boston buyer.
“Good morning!” said Bernard, with real pleasure, for Mr. Sturgis had a pleasant manner, and he was glad to meet him.