“I have not done so,” said Mr. Spencer, promptly. “This young gentleman is my ward.”
“Oh, excuse me,” said the waiter, confused.
Has anyone prompted you to speak to me about him?”
“Those ladies at the next table.”
“Then those ladies owe an apology to my ward,” said the young man, loud enough for the ladies to hear.
The shot told. The ladies looked confused and embarrassed,
and Tony and his guardian quietly finished their breakfast.
There was another lady who noticed Tony, and this was Mrs. Harvey Middleton. She was to sail for England in the afternoon.
As Tony and Mr. Spencer were going out of the breakfast room, they met her entering.
She started at the sight of Tony, and scanned his face eagerly.