Having secured their tickets and checked their baggage, they rejoined Britomarte and took her to the train, and found comfortable seats in the ladies’ car, to which Britomarte’s companionship admitted them both. They were scarcely seated, when the newsboys came into the car, crying the morning papers. “_Times_, _Herald_, _World_, _Tribune_, _et cetera_. Full particulars of the Battle of Gettysburg!—Capture of the Pirate _Sea Scourge_!—Wonderful rescue of three shipwrecked passengers from a Desert Island!—_Tribune_, _World_, _Herald_, _Times_!” “Now, who on earth could have put our adventure in!” exclaimed Justin, half amused and half annoyed at the circumstance. Lieutenant Ethel blushed and then laughed, saying: “I am afraid I am responsible for that! though I never supposed it would get into the papers. You see, yesterday I told the whole story of the cruise of the _Xyphias_ to some friends and strangers that I met at dinner at the Astor House. I dare say there were some gentlemen of the press present, though I did not think so at the time.” “That accounts for all, then,” said Justin. And the party bought half a dozen papers. And the train started. They had a swift and pleasant run to Washington, where they arrived safely at seven o’clock in the evening. On reaching the station, Lieutenant Ethel left the car first, to go and secure a carriage for his friends. “Britomarte! my dear, dear Britomarte, you will come home with me to Erminie? Don’t wound me by refusing! Say that you will come,” urged Justin, when he was left alone with Miss Conyers. “No, no, no! not this evening, for the world! For this evening you and your sister should meet alone,” she earnestly replied. “To-morrow, then?” he inquired. “Yes! to-morrow I will see Erminie.” As every one was now leaving the cars, they arose from their seats and went out. Lieutenant Ethel met them with a carriage. “Where, then, shall we take you to-night?” questioned Justin, as he handed Britomarte into her place. She named the hotel where she wished to stop. And Justin gave the order to drive there. On arriving at the house, he took care to secure a good room for Miss Conyers; but not until he was on the point of taking leave of her did he hand her her pocketbook. And he was relieved to see that, without examination, she put it in her pocket. Then he bade her good-night, and re-entered the carriage and drove to the house of that clerical friend to whom he had written to prepare Erminie for his arrival. He did not leave his carriage, lest his friend should detain him too long from his sister. He merely sent in a request that the Rev. Mr. Sales would come out and speak to him for a moment. And when that gentleman came out, full of wonder and welcome and warm congratulations, Justin eagerly inquired if he had received his letter and delivered the inclosure to its destination.