"Young man," said Judge Enderby to his client, as the male quartette, thus cavalierly dismissed, passed on, "will you take the advice of an old man?"
"Have I paid for it?" inquired the Tyro.
"You have not. Gratis advice, this. The most valuable kind."
"Shoot, sir."
"Don't let two blades of grass grow under your feet where one grew before."
"But—"
"—me no buts. Half an hour I give you. If you haven't found the young lady in that time I discard you."
Opportunity for successful concealment on shipboard is all but limitless. Hence the impartial recorder must infer that the efforts of Little Miss Grouch to elude pursuit were in no way excessive. A quarter of an hour sufficed for the searcher to locate his object in a sunny nook on the boat-deck. He approached and stood at attention. For several moments she ignored his presence. In point of fact she pretended not to see him. He shifted his position. She turned her head in the reverse direction and pensively studied the sea.
The Tyro sighed.
Little Miss Grouch frowned.