A LANDING The _Ariani_ was to sail that evening, her destination being Miami and the West Coast where Portlaw desired to do some tarpon fishing and Wayward had railroad interests.

Malcourt, always in a receptive attitude, was quite ready to go anywhere when invited.

Otherwise he preferred a remunerative attention to business.
Hamil, however, though with the gay company aboard, was not of them; he had business at Palm Beach; his luggage had already been sent ashore; and now, prepared to follow, he stood a little apart from the others on the moonlit deck, making his adieux to the master of the _Ariani_.
"It's been perfectly stunning--this cruise," he said.

"It was kind of you, Wayward; I don't know how to tell you how kind--but your boat's a corker and you are another--" "Do you like this sort of thing ?" asked Wayward grimly.
"Like it?
It's only a part of your ordinary lives--yours and Portlaw's; so you are not quite fitted to understand.

But, Wayward, I've been in heavy harness.