He said to himself that he was a changed man; that he was older, more serious.
During this time he received several letters from his father which he answered very promptly.

In the course of their correspondence it was arranged that they should both leave for Europe on the twenty-fifth of that month, and that consequently, Vandover should return to the city not later than the fifteenth.

Vandover was having such a good time, however, that he stayed over the regular steamer in order to go upon a moonlight picnic down on the beach.

The next afternoon he took passage for San Francisco on a second-class boat.
This homeward passage turned out to be one long misery for Vandover.

He had never been upon a second-class boat before and had never imagined that anything could be so horribly uncomfortable or disagreeable.