'He's been pointed out to me,' he said. 'The other white men seem
rather to avoid him. I don't know what your opinion on this point
may be,' he said. 'I consider that a man who marries a Kaffir
sinks to her status.'
I said nothing. He did not like my silence much, I gathered. He
was not so very cordial afterwards. He was a man with many
grievances Carraway.
When we were drawing close to Madeira, two nights before, on the
Sunday, Carraway touched the subject again.
The parson had preached incidentally on the advisability of being
white--white all round. I thought he played to his gallery a bit,
in what he said.
'An excellent sermon,' said Carraway. 'Did you hear how he got at
that josser with the Kaffir wife? That parson's a white man.'