"You see," he said, as if in apology, "I'm Justin Carthew just now, but—I'll be the Earl of Jura very soon after I get to England. And if you've ever any use for me then, all you need do will be to send word to the Earl of Jura, in London; it will soon find me, wherever I happen to be."
He laughed a little, and Sallie almost smiled too. But he had spoken quite seriously.
"You won't forget," he urged, grave again. "The Earl of Jura. I'm not joking, I assure you. And, some day I may be able—"
"You won't forget," he urged, grave again.
"I won't forget," she promised, no less gravely, and held out a hand, in her haste to get him safe away.
He lifted it to his lips before letting it go, and stifled a sigh, and, turning, let himself over the ship's side.