“Would you like to go to America, Bernard?” he asked.
“I don’t want to leave you, sir.”
“But suppose I should go, too?”
“Then I should be delighted to go.”
“I cannot go while my uncle’s life is in doubt, but when I am released from attendance upon him I shall have nothing to hinder me.”
That day week the uncle died. After the funeral Mr. Cunningham said, “Well, Bernard, I have not forgotten the promise I made you. We will go to the office of the Cunard steamers, and see whether we can engage passage by the Etruria, which is the first one to sail.”
It was found that one of the best staterooms on the palatial steamer was still disengaged. Walter Cunningham lost no time in securing it, and the two embarked on the following Saturday.
There is no occasion to dwell upon the voyage. The weather was good, and the Etruria made one of the quick passages for which she is famous.
When Bernard steamed into port, and saw the familiar roofs and spires of the great American city, his heart thrilled within him, and he felt that warm glow which the sight of home is apt to enkindle.