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"But then your occupation would be gone."
"I think my occupation will last my life-time," answered Vancouver,
laughing in his turn.
"Not if I can help it," returned John. "But we can provide you with
another. Good-by. I am going to Cambridge."
They shook hands cordially, and John Harrington turned down Charles
Street, while Vancouver pursued his way up the hill. He had been going in
the opposite direction when he met Harrington, but he seemed to have
changed his mind. He was not seen again that day until he went to dine
with Mrs. Sam Wyndham.
There was no one there but Mr. Topeka and young John C. Hannibal, well-
dressed men of five-and-thirty and five-and-twenty respectively, belonging
to good families of immense fortune, and educated regardless of expense.
No homely Boston phrase defiled their anglicized lips, their great collars
stood up under their chins in an ecstasy of stiffness, and their shirt-
fronts bore two buttons, avoiding the antiquity of three and the vulgarity
of one.


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