“Thanks. That’s all I want. I must do my duty.”
Mr. Massy was surprised. A short, dapper figure leaped lightly on the
deck and nearly bounded into him where he stood beyond the circle of
light from the gangway lamp. When it had passed towards the bridge,
after exchanging a hurried “Good evening,” Massy said surlily to Sterne
who followed with slow steps--
“What is it you’re making up to Mr. Van Wyk for, now?”
“Far from it, Mr. Massy. I am not good enough for Mr. Van Wyk. Neither
are you, sir, in his opinion, I am afraid. Captain Whalley is, it seems.
He’s gone to ask him to dine up at the house this evening.”