His slow glance passed over all the faces in succession, remaining arrested on Professor Moorsom, stony eyed, a smouldering cigar in his fingers, and with his sister standing by his side.
"I shall be infinitely gratified if you consent to come.

But, of course, you will.

We shall sail to-morrow evening then.

And now let me leave you to your happiness." He bowed, very grave, pointed suddenly his finger at Willie who was swaying about with a sleepy frown.

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