He did not go down to supper, and, when Pearson came to
inquire the reason, excused himself, pleading a late luncheon and no
appetite. He guessed he would turn in early, so he said. It was a poor
guess.
Next morning he went uptown. Edwards, opening the door of the Warren
apartment, was surprised to find who had rung the bell.
"Mornin', Commodore!" hailed the captain, as casually as if he were
merely returning from a stroll. "Is Miss Caroline aboard ship?"
"Why--why, I don't know, sir. I'll see."
"That's all right. She's aboard or you wouldn't have to see. You and me
sailed together quite a spell, so I know your little habits. I'll wait
in the library, Commodore. Tell her there's no particular hurry."
His niece was expecting him. She had anticipated his visit and was
prepared for it. From the emotion caused by his departure after the
eventful birthday, she had entirely recovered, or thought she had. The
surprise and shock of his leaving and the consequent sense of loneliness
and responsibility overcame her at the time, but Stephen's ridicule and
Mrs. Corcoran Dunn's congratulations on riddance from the "encumbrance"
shamed her and stilled the reproaches of her conscience. Mrs. Dunn,
as always, played the diplomat and mingled just the proper quantity of
comprehending sympathy with the congratulations.
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