"And
maybe Mr. Harley can make a match between Aunt Emma and Osborne,
which will suit the publishers and please the American girl," she
said, gleefully. "I almost hope we do miss it."
And miss it they did, as I have already told you, by three minutes.
As the cab entered the broad pier, the great steamer moved slowly but
surely out into the stream, and Mrs. Willard and Mr. Harley's heroine
were just in time to see Mrs. Corwin wildly waving her parasol at the
captain on the bridge, beseeching him in agonized tones to go back
just for a moment, while two separate and distinct twins, one male
and one female, peered over the rail, weeping bitterly. Incidentally
mention may be made of two young men, Balderstone and Osborne, who
sat chatting gayly together in the smoking-room.
"Well, Osborne," said one, lighting his cigar, "she didn't arrive."
"No," smiled the other. "Fact is, Balderstone, I'm glad of it.
She's too snippy for me, and I'm afraid I should have quarrelled with
you about her in a half-hearted, unconvincing manner.
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