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The
old
Sultan
(
though
his
wistful
invasions
were
a
nuisance
)
was
really
much
more
acceptable
to
his
fastidious
taste
.
But
still
they
were
white
;
the
periodical
visits
of
the
ship
made
a
break
in
the
well-filled
sameness
of
the
days
without
disturbing
his
privacy
.
Moreover
,
they
were
necessary
from
a
business
point
of
view
;
and
through
a
strain
of
preciseness
in
his
nature
he
was
irritated
when
she
failed
to
appear
at
the
appointed
time
.
The
cause
of
the
irregularity
was
too
absurd
,
and
Massy
,
in
his
opinion
,
was
a
contemptible
idiot
.
The
first
time
the
Sofala
reappeared
under
the
new
agreement
swinging
out
of
the
bend
below
,
after
he
had
almost
given
up
all
hope
of
ever
seeing
her
again
,
he
felt
so
angry
that
he
did
not
go
down
at
once
to
the
landing-place
.
His
servants
had
come
running
to
him
with
the
news
,
and
he
had
dragged
a
chair
close
against
the
front
rail
of
the
veranda
,
spread
his
elbows
out
,
rested
his
chin
on
his
hands
,
and
went
on
glaring
at
her
fixedly
while
she
was
being
made
fast
opposite
his
house
.
He
could
make
out
easily
all
the
white
faces
on
board
.
Who
on
earth
was
that
kind
of
patriarch
they
had
got
there
on
the
bridge
now
?
At
last
he
sprang
up
and
walked
down
the
gravel
path
.
It
was
a
fact
that
the
very
gravel
for
his
paths
had
been
imported
by
the
Sofala
.
Exasperated
out
of
his
quiet
superciliousness
,
without
looking
at
anyone
right
or
left
,
he
accosted
Massy
straightway
in
so
determined
a
manner
that
the
engineer
,
taken
aback
,
began
to
stammer
unintelligibly
.
Nothing
could
be
heard
but
the
words
:
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
...
Indeed
,
Mr.
Van
Wyk
...
For
the
future
,
Mr.
Van
Wyk
"
--
and
by
the
suffusion
of
blood
Massy
's
vast
bilious
face
acquired
an
unnatural
orange
tint
,
out
of
which
the
disconcerted
coal-black
eyes
shone
in
an
extraordinary
manner
.
"
Nonsense
.
I
am
tired
of
this
.
I
wonder
you
have
the
impudence
to
come
alongside
my
jetty
as
if
I
had
it
made
for
your
convenience
alone
.
"
Massy
tried
to
protest
earnestly
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
was
very
angry
.
He
had
a
good
mind
to
ask
that
German
firm
--
those
people
in
Malacca
--
what
was
their
name
?
--
boats
with
green
funnels
.
They
would
be
only
too
glad
of
the
opening
to
put
one
of
their
small
steamers
on
the
run
.
Yes
;
Schnitzler
,
Jacob
Schnitzler
,
would
in
a
moment
.
Yes
.
He
had
decided
to
write
without
delay
.
In
his
agitation
Massy
caught
up
his
falling
pipe
.
"
You
do
n't
mean
it
,
sir
!
"
he
shrieked
.
"
You
should
n't
mismanage
your
business
in
this
ridiculous
manner
.
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
turned
on
his
heel
.
The
other
three
whites
on
the
bridge
had
not
stirred
during
the
scene
.
Massy
walked
hastily
from
side
to
side
,
puffed
out
his
cheeks
,
suffocated
.
