His ubiquitous steward, laden with hand luggage, paused for a moment.
"I sent a gentleman down to your stateroom just before the steamer started, sir," he announced, "gentleman of the name of Gayes, who wanted to say good-by to you." "Bad luck!" Philip answered.

"I must have just missed him." The steward turned around and pointed to the quay.
"There he is, sir--elderly gentleman in a grey suit, and a bunch of violets in his buttonhole.

He's looking straight at you." Philip raised his cap and waved it with enthusiasm.

After a moment's hesitation, the other man did the same.

The steward collected his belongings and shuffled off.
"He picked you out, sir, all right," he remarked as he disappeared in the companionway.
Philip turned away with a little final wave of the hand.
"Glad I didn't miss him altogether," he observed cheerfully.
"Good-afternoon, Mr.Gayes! Good-by, England!".