Lancaster electrified his friend next morning by informing him that he must get their traps aboard the steamer himself, as he would not have time to attend to his own affairs, having some commissions to execute for Miss West. "The nursing-bottles and the cans of condensed milk, you know," he said, with a mischievous laugh, and De Vere stared. "I should think the nurse would attend to that," he said. "Nurses are forgetful, and I wish everything to be all right, you know," replied his friend; "so I shall see to everything myself." "Well, you will have plenty of time to do so. We do not sail until four o'clock." "Well, I shall have plenty to do in the meantime, so you need not wait for me, Harry. You may just go aboard at any time you like. I shall take a carriage and call for the baby on my way down." "You are getting very kind all at once," De Vere said, carelessly. "Yes, I mean to be. Having undertaken it, I mean to see the poor little thing safely through." "Well, I wish you success," De Vere replied, as he lighted a fresh cigar and turned away. The tickets and state-rooms had already been secured, and Lancaster hurried down-town, intent on securing all the comforts possible for his fair charge, who had suddenly grown very interesting in his eyes. He bought a steamer-chair, some warm rugs, and a gayly colored Oriental wrap that was both pretty and comfortable. Then he provided himself with some nice novels and poems and books of travel. When he had provided everything he could think of that was conducive to a lady's comfort, he repaired to a florist's and selected an elegant and costly bouquet. "I have noticed that ladies always like a bunch of flowers when they are traveling," he said to himself. "But what will De Vere say to such reckless extravagance on my part?" He smiled to himself, thinking how the young lieutenant would chaff. "Anyway, I shall have got the start of him," he thought. "He will be on the _qui vive_ for a flirtation with Leonora West." Then he looked at his watch and found that he had consumed so much time in making his purchases that he only had time to take a carriage and call for his charge. Having sent all his purchases to the steamer, and being encumbered with nothing but the flowers, he made all haste to execute his last and pleasantest task--accompanying Miss West to the steamer on which they were to embark. "Drive fast," he said to the man on the box; and when they paused before the genteel boarding-house where he had made Miss West's acquaintance the day before, he jumped out with alacrity and ran up the steps. The door was opened by the simpering maid of the day before who had giggled at his ridiculous mistake. He could not help coloring at the remembrance as he met her recognizing smiles, a little tinctured with surprise. He assumed an air of coldness and hauteur, thinking to freeze her into propriety.