He left me, then, as he had to watch the men on deck. I felt, when he went on deck, that the morning had been a nightmare; but now I was to be flunkey well as slave, a new humiliation. I did not think how many times I had humiliated others by letting them do such things for me. I had done so all my life without a thought. Now, forsooth, I was at the point of tears at having to do it for others, even though one of the others was my rightful King. Grubbing about among the lockers, I found a canvas table-cloth, which had once been part of a sail. I spread this cloth with the breakfast gear, imitating the arrangements made at home at Oulton. The mate came down some minutes after I had finished. He caught me sitting down on the top of the lockers, looking out at the ships through the open port. “Here,” he said roughly. “You've got to learn manners, or I'll have to teach you. Remember this once for all, my son. No one sits in the cabin except a captain or a passenger. You'll take your cap off to the cabin door before I've done with you. Nor you don't sit down till your work's done. That's another thing. Why ain't you at work?” “Please, sir,” I said, “I've laid the table. What else am I to do?” “Do,” he said. “Give the windows a rub. Then clean your hands, ready to wait at table. No. Hold on. Have you called Mr. Scott yet?” “No, sir. I didn't know I had to.” “My,” he answered. “Have you any sense at all? Go call them. No. Get their hot water first at the galley.” I suppose I stared at him; for I did not know that this would be a duty of mine. “Here. Don't look at me like that,” he said. “You make me forget myself.” He went to the locker, in which he rummaged till he produced a big copper kettle. “Here's the hot water can,” he said. “Nip with it to the galley, before the cook puts his fire out. On deck, boy. Don't you know where the galley is?”