"I wouldn't know where to find you."
"I will give you our address before we part. But that will be some time yet."
About this time Graham, who had finished smoking his cigar, strolled back.
"Miss Watson," said he, "don't you feel like having a promenade?"
"Yes," said Jennie suddenly. "Tom, come walk with me."
Our hero readily accepted the invitation, and the two walked up and down the deck.
"That's what I call a snub," said Graham's friend, the dark-complexioned young man, who was within hearing.
Graham's face was dark with anger.
"Curse her impudence, and his too!" he muttered. "I should like to wring the boy's neck."
"He can't help it, if the girl prefers his company," said the other, rather enjoying Graham's mortification.