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Mr.
Van
Wyk
all
through
the
dinner
was
conscious
of
a
sense
of
isolation
that
invades
sometimes
the
closeness
of
human
intercourse
.
Captain
Whalley
failed
lamentably
and
obviously
in
his
attempts
to
eat
something
.
He
seemed
overcome
by
a
strange
absentmindedness
.
His
hand
would
hover
irresolutely
,
as
if
left
without
guidance
by
a
preoccupied
mind
.
Mr.
Van
Wyk
had
heard
him
coming
up
from
a
long
way
off
in
the
profound
stillness
of
the
river-side
,
and
had
noticed
the
irresolute
character
of
the
footfalls
.
The
toe
of
his
boot
had
struck
the
bottom
stair
as
though
he
had
come
along
mooning
with
his
head
in
the
air
right
up
to
the
steps
of
the
veranda
.
Had
the
captain
of
the
Sofala
been
another
sort
of
man
he
would
have
suspected
the
work
of
age
there
.
But
one
glance
at
him
was
enough
.
Time
--
after
,
indeed
,
marking
him
for
its
own
--
had
given
him
up
to
his
usefulness
,
in
which
his
simple
faith
would
see
a
proof
of
Divine
mercy
.
"
How
could
I
contrive
to
warn
him
?
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
wondered
,
as
if
Captain
Whalley
had
been
miles
and
miles
away
,
out
of
sight
and
earshot
of
all
evil
.
He
was
sickened
by
an
immense
disgust
of
Sterne
.
To
even
mention
his
threat
to
a
man
like
Whalley
would
be
positively
indecent
.
There
was
something
more
vile
and
insulting
in
its
hint
than
in
a
definite
charge
of
crime
--
the
debasing
taint
of
blackmailing
.
"
What
could
anyone
bring
against
him
?
"
he
asked
himself
.
This
was
a
limpid
personality
.
"
And
for
what
object
?
"
The
Power
that
man
trusted
had
thought
fit
to
leave
him
nothing
on
earth
that
envy
could
lay
hold
of
,
except
a
bare
crust
of
bread
.
"
Wo
n't
you
try
some
of
this
?
"
he
asked
,
pushing
a
dish
slightly
.
Suddenly
it
seemed
to
Mr.
Van
Wyk
that
Sterne
might
possibly
be
coveting
the
command
of
the
Sofala
.
His
cynicism
was
quite
startled
by
what
looked
like
a
proof
that
no
man
may
count
himself
safe
from
his
kind
unless
in
the
very
abyss
of
misery
.
An
intrigue
of
that
sort
was
hardly
worth
troubling
about
,
he
judged
;
but
still
,
with
such
a
fool
as
Massy
to
deal
with
,
Whalley
ought
to
and
must
be
warned
.
At
this
moment
Captain
Whalley
,
bolt
upright
,
the
deep
cavities
of
the
eyes
overhung
by
a
bushy
frown
,
and
one
large
brown
hand
resting
on
each
side
of
his
empty
plate
,
spoke
across
the
tablecloth
abruptly
--
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
you
've
always
treated
me
with
the
most
humane
consideration
.
"
"
My
dear
captain
,
you
make
too
much
of
a
simple
fact
that
I
am
not
a
savage
.
"
Mr.
Van
Wyk
,
utterly
revolted
by
the
thought
of
Sterne
's
obscure
attempt
,
raised
his
voice
incisively
,
as
if
the
mate
had
been
hiding
somewhere
within
earshot
.
"
Any
consideration
I
have
been
able
to
show
was
no
more
than
the
rightful
due
of
a
character
I
've
learned
to
regard
by
this
time
with
an
esteem
that
nothing
can
shake
.
"
A
slight
ring
of
glass
made
him
lift
his
eyes
from
the
slice
of
pine-apple
he
was
cutting
into
small
pieces
on
his
plate
.
In
changing
his
position
Captain
Whalley
had
contrived
to
upset
an
empty
tumbler
.
Without
looking
that
way
,
leaning
sideways
on
his
elbow
,
his
other
hand
shading
his
brow
,
he
groped
shakily
for
it
,
then
desisted
.
Van
Wyk
stared
blankly
,
as
if
something
momentous
had
happened
all
at
once
.
He
did
not
know
why
he
should
feel
so
startled
;
but
he
forgot
Sterne
utterly
for
the
moment
.
"
Why
,
what
's
the
matter
?
"
And
Captain
Whalley
,
half-averted
,
in
a
deadened
,
agitated
voice
,
muttered
--
