At the end of the third quarter, Mr. Cameron again recollected that he had neglected to bring up a check from the counting-room, and blamed himself for his thoughtlessness.
"I am so full of business," said he, "that I sometimes neglect these little things."
"But it's a downright shame, Mr. Cameron, when it's so easy for you to draw off a check and put it into your pocket," remarked his wife.
"O, it's not a particle of difference," Mrs. Turner volunteered to say, smiling—though, to tell the truth, she would much rather have had the money.
"Well, I'll try and bear it in mind this very night," and Mr. Cameron hurried away, as business pressed.
The morning after Mr. Cameron's fourth quarter expired, he walked out, as usual, with his wife before breakfast. But when all assembled at the table, they had not (something very uncommon for them) returned.
"I wonder what keeps Mr. and Mrs. Cameron?" remarked Mrs. Turner.
"Why, I saw them leave in the steamboat for the South, this morning," said one of the boarders.
"You must be mistaken," Mrs. Turner replied.
"O no, ma'am, not at all. I saw them, and conversed with them before the boat started. They told me that they were going on as far as Washington."