John saw Miss Blake the next morning in the saloon among the passengers in line for the customs official.

It was an easy conjecture that Mr.
Carling's nerves were not up to committing himself to a "declaration" of any sort, and that Miss Blake was undertaking the duty for the party.

He did not see her again until he had had his luggage passed and turned it over to an expressman.

As he was on his way to leave the wharf he came across the group, and stopped to greet them and ask if he could be of service, and was told that their houseman had everything in charge, and that they were just going to their carriage, which was waiting.

"And," said Miss Blake, "if you are going up town, we can offer you a seat." "Sha'n't I discommode you ?" he asked.