and get rid of his troublesome deposit

Philip smiled, but his smile was not exactly an easy one, for he was every minute apprehensive that it would occur to his father to open the trunk and examine the contents. He did not want this to happen till he was out of the way, for it would be rather a trial to his nerves to hear the announcement made of the loss, while he knew that the missing bonds were concealed in his inside coat pocket. Philip was in a hurry to see Congreve, and get rid of his troublesome deposit. He hurried through his breakfast, therefore, and rose from the table. "You've eaten very little, Phil," said his mother. "Oh, I'm not hungry," said Philip, carelessly. "I didn't get up early enough to raise an appetite." "You got up as early as usual," said his father. "Perhaps reading in the evening didn't agree with me," replied Philip, smiling. "Where are you going?" asked his mother. "Just out for a walk." "Will you call at the grocery store and tell them to send up a barrel of flour?" "All right." Usually Philip, who was far from obliging naturally, made a fuss when asked to do an errand, but now he spoke very good-humoredly. He was so anxious to get out of the house that he was ready to promise anything. "I really think Philip is improving," said his mother, after he had gone out. "There's some room for it," remarked his father, dryly. Philip, as may be supposed, made his way as quickly as possible to the hotel. As he came up, he saw the one of whom he was in search--James Congreve--standing on the piazza, smoking a cigarette. "Well?" he said, guessing something from the evident excitement of Philip's manner. "Let us go up to your room, Congreve," said Phil. "All right."