The conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Mrs. Kendall, who had been preparing for a ride about the city. Paul conducted her to the carriage, satisfied that the new scholar could be found when wanted. During their excursion he told his wife the adventures of Clyde.
“But what a simpleton he was to tell you these things!” added Grace.
“He did not suspect me of knowing anything about the ship. He is one of those fellows, who, having done what he regards as a good thing, cannot help boasting of it. He considers himself a first-class hero.”
When Paul returned from the ride, he found Clyde still walking about the hall, as uneasy as a fish out of water.
“Did you see anything of the Academy ship, sir?” asked he, after Mrs. Kendall had gone to her room.
“I saw her at anchor in the harbor, and all her people are walking about the town,” replied Paul.
“I’ve kept clear of them so far; but I want to catch the two fellows with the gold bands.”
“Perhaps some of them will catch you.”
“Not they! I’m too cunning for clumsy fellows like them.”
“I see you are,” laughed Paul, amused at the assurance of the young Briton.