"You can have as many cabins as you want," said the agent. "We are
so sorry to see you go that we will try to make you feel you leave
us on your private yacht."

The next two hours Billy spent in seeking out those acquaintances
from whom he could borrow money. He found that by asking for it in
homoeopathic doses he was able to shame the foreign colony into
loaning him all of one hundred dollars. This, with what he had in
hand, would take Claire and himself to New York and for a week keep
them alive. After that he must find work or they must starve. The
one whose features seemed familiar replied:

"Still, we are leaving to-night," he said; "not on a steamer, but
on a war-ship."

"A war-ship?" cried Billy. His heart beat at high speed. "Then," he
exclaimed, "you are a naval officer?"

The young man shook his head and, as though challenging Billy to
make another guess, smiled.

"Then," Billy complied eagerly, "you are a diplomat! Are you our
new minister?"

One of the other young men exclaimed reproachfully:

"You know him perfectly well!" he protested. "You've seen his
picture thousands of times."

With awe and pride he placed his hand on Billy's arm and with the