"Have you noticed a yacht in the harbor? the flag is a gold mountain on a red field."
"Yes, the little peanut-shell," he said, disdainfully, "which is called the Ice Bird."
"Yes, the Ice Bird. This peanut-shell, as you call it, starts to-morrow morning for Algeria. Whether it intends to stop at Bona or Algiers I do not know. You would do well to find out."
"I will do so," said Wharton.
"Then good-by, and remember to-morrow."
When the ladies rode home the governess sighed.
"Oh, miss, what will Lord Ellis say?"
"That my brother has now a chance to come into the inheritance," laughed Miss Clary.