“You see,” said Meredith, with the deep insight into men that made command so easy to him--“you see there is no one else. There is not another man in Africa who could do it.” “That's true, sir.” “And I think that Mr. Oscard will be looking for you.” “And he won't need to look long, sir. But I should like to see you safe on board the boat. Then I'm ready to go.” “Right. We can both leave by Thursday's boat, and we'll get the captain to drop you and your men at Lopez. We can get things ready by then, I think.” “Easy, sir.” The question thus settled, there seemed to be no necessity to prolong the interview. But Joseph did not move. Meredith waited patiently. “I'll go up, sir, to the Platter,” said the servant at length, “and I'll place myself under Mr. Oscard's orders; but before I go I want to give you notice of resignation. I resigns my partnership in this 'ere Simiacine at six months from to-day. It's a bit too hot, sir, that's the truth. It's all very well for gentlemen like yourself and Mr. Oscard, with fortunes and fine houses, and, as sayin' goes, a wife apiece waiting for you at home--it's all very well for you to go about in this blamed country, with yer life in yer hand, and not a tight grip at that. But for a poor soldier-man like myself, what has smelt the regulation powder all 'is life and hasn't got nothing to love and no gal waiting for him at home--well, it isn't good enough. That's what I say, sir, with respects.” He added the last two words by way of apology for having banged a very solid fist on the table. Meredith smiled. “So you've had enough of it?” he said. “Enough ain't quite the word, sir. Why, I'm wore to a shadow with the trouble and anxiety of getting you down here.” “Fairly substantial shadow,” commented Meredith. “May be, sir. But I've had enough of moneymakin'. It's too dear at the price. And if you'll let an old servant speak his mind it ain't fit for you, this 'ere kind of work. It's good enough for black-scum and for chocolate-birds like Durnovo; but this country's not built for honest white men--least of all for born and bred gentlemen.” “Yes--that's all very well in theory, Joseph, and I'm much obliged to you for thinking of me. But you must remember that we live in an age where money sanctifies everything. Your hands can't get dirty if there is money inside them.” Joseph laughed aloud. “Ah, that's your way of speaking, sir, that's all. And I'm glad to hear it. You have not spoken like that for two months and more.” “No--it is only my experience of the world.” “Well, sir, talkin' of experience, I've had about enough, as I tell you, and I beg to place my resignation in your hands. I shall do the same by Mr. Oscard if I reach that Platter, God willin', as the sayin' is.” “All right, Joseph.” Still there was something left to say. Joseph paused and scratched the back of his neck pensively with one finger. “Will you be writin' to Mr. Oscard, sir, for me to take?” “Yes.”