Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
“It is the most degrading thing. They take the dish up to the wheelhouse
for him with a cover on it, and he shuts both the doors before he begins
to eat. Fact! Must be ashamed of himself. Ask the engineer. He can’t
do without an engineer--don’t you see--and as no respectable man can be
expected to put up with such a table, he allows them fifteen dollars
a month extra mess money. I assure you it is so! You just ask Mr.
Ferdinand da Costa. That’s the engineer he has now. You may have seen
him about my place, a delicate dark young man, with very fine eyes and a
little moustache. He arrived here a year ago from Calcutta. Between you
and me, I guess the money-lenders there must have been after him. He
rushes here for a meal every chance he can get, for just please tell me
what satisfaction is that for a well-educated young fellow to feed all
alone in his cabin--like a wild beast? That’s what Falk expects his
engineers to put up with for fifteen dollars extra. And the rows on
board every time a little smell of cooking gets about the deck! You
wouldn’t believe! The other day da Costa got the cook to fry a steak for
him--a turtle steak it was too, not beef at all--and the fat caught
or something. Young da Costa himself was telling me of it here in this
room. ‘Mr. Schomberg’--says he-’if I had let a cylinder cover blow off
through the skylight by my negligence Captain Falk couldn’t have been
more savage. He frightened the cook so that he won’t put anything on the
fire for me now.’ Poor da Costa had tears in his eyes. Only try to put
yourself in his place, captain: a sensitive, gentlemanly young fellow.
Is he expected to eat his food raw? But that’s your Falk all over. Ask
any one you like. I suppose the fifteen dollars extra he has to give
keep on rankling--in there.”
And Schomberg tapped his manly breast. I sat half stunned by his
irrelevant babble. Suddenly he gripped my forearm in an impressive and
cautious manner, as if to lead me into a very cavern of confidence.
“It’s nothing but enviousness,” he said in a lowered tone, which had a
stimulating effect upon my wearied hearing. “I don’t suppose there
is one person in this town that he isn’t envious of. I tell you he’s
dangerous. Even I myself am not safe from him. I know for certain he
tried to poison....”
“Oh, come now,” I cried, revolted.
“But I know for certain. The people themselves came and told me of it.
He went about saying everywhere I was a worse pest to this town than the
cholera. He had been talking against me ever since I opened this hotel.
And he poisoned Captain Hermann’s mind too. Last time the Diana was
loading here Captain Hermann used to come in every day for a drink or a
cigar. This time he hasn’t been here twice in a week. How do you account
for that?”
He squeezed my arm till he extorted from me some sort of mumble.
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