At this stage of the voyage most of the passengers had found congenial companions, and nearly everybody was acquainted with everybody else. Morris walked along in front of the reclining passengers, scanning each one eagerly to find the person he wanted, but she was not there. Remembering then that the chairs had been on the other side of the ship, he continued his walk around the wheel house, and there he saw Miss Earle, and sitting beside her was the blond young lady talking vivaciously, while Miss Earle listened.
Morris hesitated for a moment, but before he could turn back the young lady sprang to her feet, and said:
"Oh, Mr. Morris, am I sitting in your chair?"
"What makes you think it is my chair?" asked that gentleman, not in the most genial tone of voice.
"I thought so," replied the young lady, with a laugh, "because it was near Miss Earle."
Miss Earle did not look at all pleased at this remark. She colored slightly, and, taking the open book from her lap, began to read.
"You are quite welcome to the chair," replied Morris, and the moment the words were spoken he felt that somehow it was one of those things he would rather have left unsaid, as far as Miss Earle
