There
was a little matter that called him there, he said, and he believed the
trip by water would be a pleasure, the night was so fine and warm.
In New York Cyril had little trouble in finding Billy, as he knew the
steamship she was to take.
"I thought as long as I was in New York to-day I'd just come and say
good-by to you and Aunt Hannah," he informed her, with an evident aim
toward making his presence appear to be casual.
"That was good of you!" exclaimed Billy. "And how are Uncle William and
Mr. Bertram?"
"Very well, I fancy, though they weren't there when I left," replied the
man.
"Oh!--gone away?"
"Yes. A little matter of business they said; but--well, by Jove!" he
broke off, his gaze on a familiar figure hurrying at that moment toward
them. "There's William now!"
William, with no eyes but for Billy, came rapidly forward.
"Well, well, Billy! I thought as long as I happened to be in New York
to-day I'd just run down to the boat and see you and Aunt Hannah off,
and wish--CYRIL! Where did YOU come from?"
Billy laughed.
"He just happened to be in town, too, Uncle William, like you," she
explained. "And I'm sure I think it's lovely of you to be so kind. Aunt
Hannah'll be up right away. She went down to the stateroom to--" This
time it was Billy who stopped abruptly. The two men facing her could not
see what she saw, and not until their brother Bertram's merry greeting
fell on their ears did they understand her sudden silence.
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