"You are a cruel little coquette. You encouraged me to love you until you met that other fellow, and now you wish to throw me over."
[CHAPTER VI.]
FORTUNE, THAT FICKLE GODDESS, FAVORS STANDISH.
"Her winsome, witching eyes
Flash like bits of summer skies
O'er her fan,
As if to say, 'We've met;
You may go now and forget—
If you can.'"
Samuel M. Peck.
It was a great relief to Geraldine when Harry Hawthorne arrived with a cab to take her to the boat. Now at last she could escape her angry lover.
He rose, indeed, to take leave of the family, but he said to her:
"I shall see you again, Miss Harding. I go back to New York on the same boat."
He did so, but he did not judge it prudent to incur the wrath of Hawthorne by too persistent attentions. He preserved a coolly courteous demeanor toward both, devoting himself to some other friends whom he met on the boat.