The Warren breakfast hour was nine o'clock. At a quarter to nine Caroline, entering the library, found Stephen seated by the fire reading the morning paper.
"Good morning," she said. Then, looking about the room, asked, "Has--has HE been here?"Her brother shook his head. "You mean Uncle 'Lish?" he asked, cheerfully. "No, he hasn't. At least, I haven't seen him and Ihaven't made any inquiries. I shall manage to survive if he never appears. Let sleeping relatives lie, that's my motto."He laughed at his own joke and turned the page of the paper. The butler entered.
"Breakfast is served, Miss Caroline," he announced.
"Has Captain Warren come from his room?" asked the young lady.
"No, Miss Caroline. That is, I haven't seen him."Stephen tossed the paper on the floor and rose.
"I wonder--" he began. Then, with a broad grin, "A sudden thought strikes me, Sis. He has undoubtedly blown out the gas.""Steve! How can you!"
"Perfectly simple. Absolutely reasonable. Just what might have been expected. 'He has gone, but we shall miss him.' Come on, Caro; I'm hungry. Let the old hayseed sleep. You and I can have a meal in peace. Heavens! you don't care for another experience like last night's, do you?""Edwards," said Caroline, "you may knock at Captain Warren's door and tell him breakfast is served.""Yes," commanded Stephen, "and tell him not to hurry on our account.
Come, Caro, come! You're not pining for his society. Well, wait then! _I_ won't!"He marched angrily out of the room. His sister hesitated, her wish to follow complicated by a feeling of duty to a guest, no matter how unwelcome. The butler reappeared, looking puzzled.
"He's not there, miss?" he said.
"Not there? Not in his room?"
"No, Miss Caroline. I knocked, and he didn't answer, so I looked in and he wasn't there. His bed's been slept in, but he's gone.""Gone? And you haven't seen him?"
"No, miss. I've been up and about since half past seven, and Ican't understand where he could have got to."The door of the hall opened and shut. Edwards darted from the library. A moment afterwards Captain Elisha strolled in. He was wearing his overcoat, and his hat was in his hand.
"Good mornin', Caroline," he hailed, in his big voice. "Surprised to see me, are you? Ho! ho! So was the Commodore. He couldn't understand how I got in without ringin'. Well, you see, I'm used to turnin' out pretty early, and when it got to be most seven o'clock, I couldn't lay to bed any longer, so I got up, dressed, and went for a walk. I fixed the door latch so's I could come in quiet. You haven't waited breakfast for me, I hope.""No; it is ready now, however."
"Ready now," the captain looked at his watch. "Yes, I should think so. It's way into the forenoon. You HAVE waited for me, haven't you? I'm awfully sorry.""No, we have not waited. Our breakfast hour is nine. Pardon me for neglecting to tell you that last evening.""Oh, that's all right. Now you trot right out and eat. I've had mine.""Had your breakfast?"
"Yes, indeed. When I'm home, Abbie and I usually eat about seven, so I get sort of sharp-set if I wait after that. I cal'lated you city folks was late sleepers, and I wouldn't want to make any trouble, so I found a little eating house down below here a ways and had a cup of coffee and some bread and butter and mush. Then Iwent cruisin' round in Central Park a spell. This IS Central Park over across here, ain't it?""Yes." The girl was too astonished to say more.
"I thought 'twas. I'd been through part of it afore, but 'twas years ago, and it's such a big place and the paths run so criss-cross I got sort of mixed up, and it took me longer to get out than it did to get in. I had the gen'ral points of the compass, and Iguess I could have made a pretty average straight run for home, but every time I wanted to cut across lots there was a policeman lookin' at me, so I had to stick to the channel. That's what made me so late. Now do go and eat your breakfast. I won't feel easy till I see you start."Caroline departed, and the captain, after a visit to his own room, where he left his coat and hat, returned to the library, picked up the paper which his nephew had dropped, and began reading.
After breakfast came the "business talk." It was a brief one.
Captain Elisha soon discovered that his brother's children knew very little concerning their father's affairs. They had always plenty of money, had been indulged in practically every wish, and had never had to think or plan for themselves. As to the size of the estate, they knew nothing more than Mr. Graves had told them, which was that, instead of the several millions which rumor had credited A. Rodgers Warren with possessing, five hundred thousand dollars would probably be the extent of their inheritance, and that, therefore, they must live economically. As a first step in that direction, they had given up their former home and moved to the apartment.
"Yes, yes," mused the captain, "I see. Mr. Graves didn't know about your movin', then? You did it on your own hook, so to speak?"Stephen answered promptly.
"Of course we did," he declared. "Why not?"
"No reason in the world. A good sensible thing to do, I should say. Didn't anybody advise you where to go?""Why should we need advice?" Again it was Stephen who replied.
"We aren't kids. We're old enough to decide some things for ourselves, I should think.""Yes. Sartin. That's right. But I didn't know but p'raps some of your friends might have helped along. This Mrs. Dunn now, she kind of hinted to me that she'd--well, done what she could to make you comf'table.""She has," avowed Caroline, warmly. "Mrs. Dunn and Malcolm have proved their friendship in a thousand ways. We never can repay them, Stephen and I, never!""No. There's some things you can't ever pay, I know that. Mrs.
Dunn found this nice place for you, did she?""Why, yes. She and I found it together."
