He glanced up with a yawn--excusable under the circumstances--but as his eye fell upon the letter he sprang to his feet.
'Hello, Gustavo! Is that for me ?' Gustavo bowed.
'_Ecco_! She is at last arrive, ze lettair for which you haf so moch weesh.' He bowed a second time and presented it.

'Meestair Jayreen Ailyar!' The young man laughed.
'I don't wish to hurt your feelings, Gustavo, but I'm not sure I should answer if my eyes were shut.' He picked up the letter, glanced at the address to make sure--the name was Jerymn Hilliard, Jr .-- and ripped it open with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

Then he glanced up and caught Gustavo's expression.

Gustavo came of a romantic race; there was a gleam of sympathetic interest in his eye.
'Oh, you needn't look so knowing! I suppose you think this is a love-letter?
Well it's not.

It is, since you appear to be interested, a letter from my sister informing me that they will arrive to-night, and that we will pull out for Riva by the first boat to-morrow morning.