"Why, Tom, is that you?" he said, offering his hand, which Tom did not appear to see.
"Yes," said our hero coldly.
"I didn't expect to see you here."
"I told you I intended to sail on the River Belle."
"So you did; but I thought you had changed your mind."
It made very little difference to Tom what Mr. Graham thought, and he turned from him to watch the scenery past which the boat was gliding.
"I suppose," continued the young man, "you were surprised to find me gone when you came down-stairs to breakfast."
"Yes, I was."
"He resents it because I left him," thought Graham. "I guess I can bring him around."
"The fact was," explained Graham, in a plausible manner, "I went out to call on a friend, meaning to come back to breakfast; but he made me breakfast with him, and when I did return you were gone. I owe you an apology, Tom. I hope you will excuse my unintentional neglect."