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"
'
Why
,
dear
me
,
it
is
surely
Hudson
,
"
said
Mr.
Trevor
in
a
tone
of
surprise
.
"
'
Hudson
it
is
,
sir
,
"
said
the
seaman
.
'
Why
,
it
's
thirty
year
and
more
since
I
saw
you
last
.
Here
you
are
in
your
house
,
and
me
still
picking
my
salt
meat
out
of
the
harness
cask
.
'
"
'
Tut
,
you
will
find
that
I
have
not
forgotten
old
times
,
"
cried
Mr.
Trevor
,
and
,
walking
towards
the
sailor
,
he
said
something
in
a
low
voice
.
'
Go
into
the
kitchen
,
"
he
continued
out
loud
,
'
and
you
will
get
food
and
drink
.
I
have
no
doubt
that
I
shall
find
you
a
situation
.
'
"
'
Thank
you
,
sir
,
"
said
the
seaman
,
touching
his
forelock
.
'
I
'm
just
off
a
two-yearer
in
an
eight-knot
tramp
,
short-handed
at
that
,
and
I
wants
a
rest
.
I
thought
I
'd
get
it
either
with
Mr.
Beddoes
or
with
you
.
'
"
'
Ah
!
"
cried
Mr.
Trevor
.
'
You
know
where
Mr.
Beddoes
is
?
'
"
'
Bless
you
,
sir
,
I
know
where
all
my
old
friends
are
,
"
said
the
fellow
with
a
sinister
smile
,
and
he
slouched
off
after
the
maid
to
the
kitchen
.
Mr.
Trevor
mumbled
something
to
us
about
having
been
shipmate
with
the
man
when
he
was
going
back
to
the
diggings
,
and
then
,
leaving
us
on
the
lawn
,
he
went
indoors
.
An
hour
later
,
when
we
entered
the
house
,
we
found
him
stretched
dead
drunk
upon
the
dining-room
sofa
.
The
whole
incident
left
a
most
ugly
impression
upon
my
mind
,
and
I
was
not
sorry
next
day
to
leave
Donnithorpe
behind
me
,
for
I
felt
that
my
presence
must
be
a
source
of
embarrassment
to
my
friend
.
"
All
this
occurred
during
the
first
month
of
the
long
vacation
.
I
went
up
to
my
London
rooms
,
where
I
spent
seven
weeks
working
out
a
few
experiments
in
organic
chemistry
.
One
day
,
however
,
when
the
autumn
was
far
advanced
and
the
vacation
drawing
to
a
close
,
I
received
a
telegram
from
my
friend
imploring
me
to
return
to
Donnithorpe
,
and
saying
that
he
was
in
great
need
of
my
advice
and
assistance
.
Of
course
I
dropped
everything
and
set
out
for
the
North
once
more
.
"
He
met
me
with
the
dog-cart
at
the
station
,
and
I
saw
at
a
glance
that
the
last
two
months
had
been
very
trying
ones
for
him
.
He
had
grown
thin
and
careworn
,
and
had
lost
the
loud
,
cheery
manner
for
which
he
had
been
remarkable
.
"
'
The
governor
is
dying
,
"
were
the
first
words
he
said
.
