Chillingworth was a good sort at heart, too; but given, as the bishop had once said of some one else, to spending right royally a deal of sagacity under the obvious impression that this is the only wisdom.
At his desk next morning Chillingworth gave to St.George a note from Amory, who had been at Long Branch with _The Aloha_ when the letter was posted and was coming up that noon to put ashore Bennietod.
"May Cawthorne have his day off to-morrow and go with me ?" the letter ended.

"I'll call up at noon to find out." "Yah!" growled Chillingworth, "it's breaking up the whole staff, that's what it's doin'.

You'll all want cut-glass typewriters next." "If I should sail to-day," observed St.George, quite as if he were boarding a Sound steamer, "I'd like to take on at least two men.

And I'd like Amory and Cawthorne.

You could hardly go yourself, could you, Mr.Chillingworth ?" "No, I couldn't," growled Chillingworth, "I've got to keep my tastes down.