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Updated: September 2, 2025
"There" was the room formerly occupied by Mr. Saks, the long-haired artist. Since his departure it had been vacant. Pearson looked at the closed door and then at the lady. "A surprise for me in there?" he repeated. "What's the joke, Mrs. Hepton?" By way of answer she took him by the arm, and, leading him to the door, threw the latter open. "Here he is!" she said.
Hepton, who knew that her newest boarder was anxious and disturbed, and was very curious to learn the reason, made it a point to be busy near that closet while these conversations took place; but, as the captain was always careful to close the door, she was disappointed. Once the mysterious Mr. Sylvester called up and asked for "Captain Warren," and the landlady hastened with the summons.
"I say, Curzon, you'll be confoundedly jealous though, for he is to play with Fanny." "I rather think not," said Curzon, who was a little tipsy. "Oh, yes," said Frazer, "Hepton is right.
If you had to sing every word you said 'twould be sort of distressin', 'specially if you was in a hurry. A fust-rate solo when you was orderin' the crew to shorten sail would be a high old brimstone anthem, I'll bet you. And think of the dinner table at our boardin' house! Mrs. Van and C. Dickens both goin' at once, and Marm Hepton serenadin' the waiter girl! Ho! ho!
If it was me, all I could do would be to holler United States language at 'em, and if they didn't understand that, just holler louder. I Yes, Mr. Hepton, I AM comin' now. Good-by, Hosy, dear." The train rolled out of the station. I watched it go. Then I turned and walked to the street. So far my scheme had worked well. I was alone in Paris as I had planned to be.
She led the way downstairs, the young man following her, wondering what the surprise might be, and fairly certain it, nor anything else, could be pleasant on that day. He supposed, of course, that he must descend to the parlor to reach the solution of the mystery, but he was mistaken. On the second floor Mrs. Hepton stopped and pointed. "It's in there," she said, pointing.
He could not understand what he was doing there. Captain Elisha noted his bewildered expression, and chuckled. "Come aboard, Jim!" he commanded. "Come in and inspect. I'll see you later, Mrs. Hepton," he added, "and give you my final word. I want to hold officer's council with Mr. Pearson here fust." The landlady accepted the broad hint and turned to go.
"Humph!" he sniffed, with sarcasm, "it may be. I couldn't get none in my room if I wanted it, so I can't say sure. Morning." He departed hurriedly. Mrs. Hepton looked disconcerted. Mrs. Van Winkle Ruggles smiled meaningly across the table at Miss Sherborne, who smiled back. Mr. Ludlow, the bookseller, quietly observed that he hoped Mr. Pearson had not gotten cold.
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