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"
Well
?
"
"
They
ought
to
send
a
real
live
lord
out
here
when
Sir
Frederick
's
time
is
up
.
Eh
?
"
Captain
Whalley
perfunctorily
did
not
see
why
a
lord
of
the
right
sort
should
not
do
as
well
as
anyone
else
.
But
this
was
not
the
other
's
point
of
view
.
"
No
,
no
.
Place
runs
itself
.
Nothing
can
stop
it
now
.
Good
enough
for
a
lord
,
"
he
growled
in
short
sentences
.
"
Look
at
the
changes
in
our
time
.
We
need
a
lord
here
now
.
They
have
got
a
lord
in
Bombay
.
"
He
dined
once
or
twice
every
year
at
the
Government
House
--
a
many-windowed
,
arcaded
palace
upon
a
hill
laid
out
in
roads
and
gardens
.
And
lately
he
had
been
taking
about
a
duke
in
his
Master-Attendant
's
steam-launch
to
visit
the
harbor
improvements
.
Before
that
he
had
"
most
obligingly
"
gone
out
in
person
to
pick
out
a
good
berth
for
the
ducal
yacht
.
Afterwards
he
had
an
invitation
to
lunch
on
board
.
The
duchess
herself
lunched
with
them
.
A
big
woman
with
a
red
face
.
Complexion
quite
sunburnt
.
He
should
think
ruined
.
Very
gracious
manners
.
They
were
going
on
to
Japan
...
He
ejaculated
these
details
for
Captain
Whalley
's
edification
,
pausing
to
blow
out
his
cheeks
as
if
with
a
pent-up
sense
of
importance
,
and
repeatedly
protruding
his
thick
lips
till
the
blunt
crimson
end
of
his
nose
seemed
to
dip
into
the
milk
of
his
mustache
.
The
place
ran
itself
;
it
was
fit
for
any
lord
;
it
gave
no
trouble
except
in
its
Marine
department
--
in
its
Marine
department
he
repeated
twice
,
and
after
a
heavy
snort
began
to
relate
how
the
other
day
her
Majesty
's
Consul-General
in
French
Cochin-China
had
cabled
to
him
--
in
his
official
capacity
--
asking
for
a
qualified
man
to
be
sent
over
to
take
charge
of
a
Glasgow
ship
whose
master
had
died
in
Saigon
.
"
I
sent
word
of
it
to
the
officers
'
quarters
in
the
Sailors
'
Home
,
"
he
continued
,
while
the
limp
in
his
gait
seemed
to
grow
more
accentuated
with
the
increasing
irritation
of
his
voice
.
"
Place
's
full
of
them
.
Twice
as
many
men
as
there
are
berths
going
in
the
local
trade
.
All
hungry
for
an
easy
job
.
Twice
as
many
--
and
--
What
d'you
think
,
Whalley
?
...
"
He
stopped
short
;
his
hands
clenched
and
thrust
deeply
downwards
,
seemed
ready
to
burst
the
pockets
of
his
jacket
.
A
slight
sigh
escaped
Captain
Whalley
.
"
Hey
?
You
would
think
they
would
be
falling
over
each
other
.
Not
a
bit
of
it
.
Frightened
to
go
home
.
Nice
and
warm
out
here
to
lie
about
a
veranda
waiting
for
a
job
.
I
sit
and
wait
in
my
office
.
Nobody
.
What
did
they
suppose
?
That
I
was
going
to
sit
there
like
a
dummy
with
the
Consul-General
's
cable
before
me
?
Not
likely
.
