It was Bruce Carrington.

At the same moment he saw her, and with a casual air that quite deceived her, approached; and Betty, who had been feeling very lonely and very homesick, was somehow instantly comforted at sight of him.

She welcomed him almost as a friend.
"You're leaving to-night ?" he asked.
"Yes--isn't it miserable the way it rains?
And why are they so slow--why don't they hurry with that boat ?" "It's in the last lock now," explained Carrington.
"My clothes will all be ruined," said Betty.

He regarded the dress she wore with instant concern.

"No--I mean the things in my trunks; this doesn't matter," and Betty nodded toward the pile under the steaming tarpaulin.