He looked earnestly into her eyes.
"Whatever the new life may mean for me," he said fervently, "I shall owe to you." A little rush of people came up the gangway, and Elizabeth was speedily surrounded and carried off.

They came across one another several times in the Custom House, and she waved her hand to him gaily.

Philip went through the usual formalities, superintended the hoisting of his trunks upon a clumsy motor truck, and was himself driven without question from the covered shed adjoining the quay.

He looked back at the huge side of the steamer, the floor of the Custom House, about which were still dotted little crowds of his fellow passengers.

It was the disintegration of a wonderful memory--his farewell....
* * * * * At the Waldorf he found himself greeted with unexpected cordiality.