I suppose I must advertise for the fellow." "It seems a pity too," remarked Robert.

"I must say that I don't quite see it in the same light that you do." "Indeed I think that you are very Quixotic, Hector," said Laura McIntyre.

"Why should you not accept it in the spirit in which it was meant?
You did this stranger a service--perhaps a greater service than you know of--and he meant this as a little memento of the occasion.

I do not see that there is any possible reason against your keeping it." "Oh, come!" said the young sailor, with an embarrassed laugh, "it is not quite the thing--not the sort of story one would care to tell at mess." "In any case you are off to-morrow morning," observed Robert.

"You have no time to make inquiries about the mysterious Croesus.