Mr. Docketts complied with the request, and took his deferential departure. Captain Wilkie also rose, but Stranleigh waved him to his seat again. “Sit you down, captain. Has the _Wychwood_ sailed yet?” “No, sir, she has not. I met Captain Simmons yesterday. He came across to the _Rajah_ to take away some of his belongings that were still in his cabin. He said the Wychwood might be ready for sea to-morrow or next day.” “Well, I think I’ll go over and call on him. I can do that before dinner. The estimable Mackeller has been my cook for some time past, and if this lucky action had not been begun by that public benefactor, Schwartzbrod, I do not know what would have become of me, for I did not wish to cast any reflection upon Mackeller’s kitchen skill by desertion. But now that I have been compelled by law to desert him, I hope, captain, you will take pity on a lonesome man, and dine here with me at eight o’clock. I’ll order such a dinner as will make this tavern sit up. You’ll stand by, won’t you, captain?” “Thank you, sir, I’ll be delighted.” “Well, that’s settled. Now, if you will guide me to the _Wychwood_, I’ll go aboard for a chat with Captain Simmons, and you will meet me in the dining room at eight o’clock.” The two parted alongside that huge steamer, the _Wychwood_, and Stranleigh climbed aboard, greeting Captain Simmons on deck. “Well, captain, you haven’t got off yet?” “No, sir--my lord, not yet,” said the astonished captain. “If you’d sent word you was coming, earl, I’d have had dinner prepared for you. As it is, there’s nothing fit to eat aboard.” “I am accustomed to that, captain. I was just complaining to Wilkie, who brought me here, that Mackeller was my cook, and he seemed to sympathize. No, it’s the other way about. You’re coming to dine with me. I’ve invited Captain Wilkie, and we will form a hungry trio about a round table at the Grand Hotel to-night at eight. Three Plymouth brethren, as you may call us: you two practical salts, and me an amateur. Have you been back to that little cottage on Southampton water?” “No, my lord--sir, but I keep a-thinking of it all the time with great pleasure, and the wife or one of the girls writes to me every day. They are delighted, sir--my lord. I didn’t know till after you left that ’twas you had bought all that furniture, but you must let me pay for that, earl, on the instalment plan.” “Oh, that’s all right, captain. You wait till I send round a collector. Never worry about payment till it’s asked for. That’s been my rule in life. Now, captain, take me down to your cabin. I wish to have a quiet chat with you, and on deck, with men about, is a little too public.” The captain led the way, and Stranleigh, standing, gazed about him. “Ah, this is something like. This beats the _Rajah_, doesn’t it?”