Instead of going away he went around to the side, seized a handful of gravel, and threw it into an open second story window. He could hear it rattle against the wall and floor. A short silence followed and Armitage was about to pick up more gravel when a girl in a green and white dressing-gown appeared. "Jack Armitage!" she cried, falling to her knees, so that only her head rose above the sill. "What on earth do you want now?" "Why, hello, Letty," laughed Armitage. "Where 's Billy?" "He 's here, sleeping. What do you mean by throwing stones into my window?" "I want to talk to Billy," said Armitage. "He's asleep, I tell you. What do you want?" "Well, I want to borrow your tub and Billy's razors." "Why didn't you say so? Ring the bell and come right up. I 'll have some towels put in. And say, Jack, really--" "What?" "I hope you drown, waking me this way. And, Jack, stay to breakfast, won't you, like a good chap?" Which Jack did. An hour or so later, fresh and cool and with that comfortable feeling which follows a well-cooked Navy breakfast,--bacon and eggs,--his pipe sending blue clouds into the sparkling air, Armitage walked over to the torpedo boat slips. Across the harbor lay the city, bathed in golden sunshine, the tree-clad streets rising tier by tier to the crown, Bellevue Avenue. His gaze wandered seaward and for the first time since sunset he thought of Anne Wellington. Would he ever see her again? What was she doing now, he wondered. No doubt she would attend service at Trinity; many of the cottagers did. He, too, would go to church there. He had not been lately; it would do him good, he told himself. Thus thinking, he stepped aboard the black, ominous, oily _D'Estang_, made his way aft and clambered down the companion ladder. There was the usual Sunday morning gathering of young officers from the boats of the flotilla. The smoke, mainly from pipes--three weeks having elapsed since pay day--was thick, and an excited argument, not over speeding records, or coal consumption, but over the merits of an English vaudeville actor who had appeared the week before at Freebody Park, was in progress. "Hello, Jack," said a tall dark officer in spotless white uniform, "how 's the tame torpedo this morning?" "Fine, fine, Blackie," grinned Armitage. "How's that tin cup, misnamed the _Jefferson_, to-day?" "Did n't eat out of your hand last night, did she?" observed Tommy Winston of the _Adams_, attired in blue trousers and a flannel shirt. "No, but she will," said Armitage. "No doubt," replied Winston with his quaint Southern drawl. "Look here, Jackie, where you going this morning, all dressed up in gorgeous cits clothes?" "To church," replied Armitage, "to Trinity; any one want to go with me?" he asked, ignoring the derisive chorus. There was a moment's silence and then Bob Black looked at him quizzically. "Does any one want to go with you?" he jeered. "Who 's the girl?"