"You compliment me. Well, here we are at the hotel. What are your plans for to-morrow? I hope you do not leave in the morning?"
"No; I shall spend another day here."
"Why not spend it together?"
"I should like nothing better," said Scott, sincerely.
"Then we will do so. I will secure a carriage in the morning, and we will make a day of it."
He was as good as his word, and Scott had a delightful time. He almost succeeded in forgetting his companion's rank, and found him a congenial companion.
Just after supper, when the earl had gone up to his room, a pretentious-looking man of middle age, who seemed to be continually trying to assert his claim to superiority, came up to Scott.
"Boy," he said, "I understand there is an English earl staying at the hotel?"
"Yes, sir. It is the Earl of Windermere."
"Have you seen him? Could you point him out to me?"