Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
“Oh, it starts higher than that. It’s older than we are. The Golden
Calf is the established creed. Put it wider than just money; call
it gain--any material gain: temporal power, private land, national
territory, influence; and those nights we had in the _King Arthur_, and
what other snotties are going through now, and the streets with their
harlots--they are just fragments of the result.... I’m looking forward
to seeing your sister again. She is the only person I have met who, in
her heart of hearts, seems not to care for wealth.”
“But she has always had everything she wants,” Hugh said.
II
Later in April they made Hong-Kong, where they joined the squadron.
Being in time for the Japanese summer cruise, they sailed a fortnight
later for Yokohama, whither the squadron had preceded them. Throughout
the voyage the _Pathshire_ was active in preparation for the time
when she would be called upon to compete with other ships in Fleet
Evolutions; and General Quarters, Fire and Collision Stations, and
other exercises were continually practised.
The whole of May was spent out of China. In Tokio a party from the
fleet was officially received and entertained. Each British officer was
assigned to a Japanese officer of corresponding rank who remained close
to him always, providing him with food, drink, and information. The
arrangements were perfect, and mathematically precise. The motor-cars
were filled but not crowded. Much was shown, but not too much. The
programme, of which every officer was given a copy typed in English,
was accurately followed. Not a moment was lost. Dinner was taken
between the acts at the Imperial Theatre.
Though, after the official reception, John went often to Tokio, and
found that the Japanese citizen was peaceful enough, he could never
shake off his first impression of a nation essentially military,
encouraged by its recent victories over Russia, ready for further
wars should they come. Far inland such an impression might have
been contradicted; but in Tokio, the centre of official life, it
was continually reinforced. It was remarkable and terrible that the
Japanese military mind was not even choked, as were the minds of
Western nations, by official pomposity. It seemed faultless. Salaries
were small, offices unpretentious. The nation was as an athlete
stripped.
“Just as well these fellows are our allies,” said Aggett in the
Wardroom.
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