The manager little imagined that it constituted his entire capital.
“I hope we may have you here again some time, Mr. Gray,” continued the manager.
“Perhaps so,” said Philip; “but I am not sure when I shall come this way again.”
“Good night, Mr. Gray,” said Miss Snodgrass effusively. “I should be glad to have you call at our house.”
Philip bowed his thanks. He did not notice the dark cloud on the brow of the young lady’s escort.
CHAPTER XXI.
FORTUNE SMILES AGAIN.
Notwithstanding his exertions during the day and evening, Philip rose the next day at his usual hour, and was in time for the family breakfast, at seven o’clock.
“Don’t you feel tired, Mr. Gray?” asked Mrs. Webb.
“No, thank you. I slept well, and feel quite refreshed.”
“He’s used to it, Lucy,” remarked her husband.