“I shall telegraph to Don Mariano when the appeal is dismissed, so you can prepare the ground the best way you can,” said George. “And now young ladies it is near midnight, and is time for well regulated children to be asleep.”
“The moon is so lovely I could sit here for hours, watching its flashes on the water,” said Mercedes.
“So could I,” Clarence exclaimed.
“But I could not allow it, and let you both run the risk of being considered moon struck,” said George, laughing.
CHAPTER XIII.—At San Francisco.
The sun was quite high above the horizon when George joined Clarence on deck; and both began to promenade and talk while waiting for the ladies to come, that the four might go to breakfast together.
“My private opinion is that these young ladies are going to oversleep themselves,” George said, as they passed the door of his room, after promenading for half an hour.
“No they are not,” Elvira said, coming out as fresh and beautiful as a rosa de castilla. “Good morning, Mr. Darrell, I hope you are well.”
“I thank you,” replied Clarence, “I believe I never felt better. I am delighted to see you so bright and blooming; you are evidently an excellent sailor.”
“Oh yes,” Elvira answered, “I really enjoy it; but where is the Señorita Mercita; is she not yet up?”