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consequence?  The new generation was orderly; peace…



able; settled in prosperous villages。  He could speak



from personal knowledge。  And even the few survivors



of that timeold men nowhad changed so much; that



it would have been unkind to remember against them



that they had ever slit a throat in their lives。  He had



one especially in his mind's eye: a dignified; venerable



headman of a certain large coast village about sixty



miles sou'west of Tampasuk。  It did one's heart good



to see himto hear that man speak。  He might have



been a ferocious savage once。  What men wanted was



to be checked by superior intelligence; by superior



knowledge; by superior force tooyes; by force held in



trust from God and sanctified by its use in accordance



with His declared will。  Captain Whalley believed a dis…



position for good existed in every man; even if the





world were not a very happy place as a whole。  In the



wisdom of men he had not so much confidence。  The dis…



position had to be helped up pretty sharply sometimes;



he admitted。  They might be silly; wrongheaded; un…



happy; but naturally evilno。  There was at bottom



a complete harmlessness at least 。 。 。







〃Is there?〃 Mr。 Van Wyk snapped acrimoniously。







Captain Whalley laughed at the interjection; in the



good humor of large; tolerating certitude。  He could



look back at half a century; he pointed out。  The smoke



oozed placidly through the white hairs hiding his kindly



lips。







〃At all events;〃 he resumed after a pause; 〃I am



glad that they've had no time to do you much harm as



yet。〃







This allusion to his comparative youthfulness did not



offend Mr。 Van Wyk; who got up and wriggled his



shoulders with an enigmatic half…smile。  They walked



out together amicably into the starry night towards



the river…side。  Their footsteps resounded unequally on



the dark path。  At the shore end of the gangway the



lantern; hung low to the handrail; threw a vivid light



on the white legs and the big black feet of Mr。 Massy



waiting about anxiously。  From the waist upwards he



remained shadowy; with a row of buttons gleaming up



to the vague outline of his chin。







〃You may thank Captain Whalley for this;〃 Mr。 Van



Wyk said curtly to him before turning away。







The lamps on the veranda flung three long squares



of light between the uprights far over the grass。  A bat



flitted before his face like a circling flake of velvety



blackness。  Along the jasmine hedge the night air



seemed heavy with the fall of perfumed dew; flower…



beds bordered the path; the clipped bushes uprose in



dark rounded clumps here and there before the house;



the dense foliage of creepers filtered the sheen of the



lamplight within in a soft glow all along the front;



and everything near and far stood still in a great im…



mobility; in a great sweetness。







Mr。 Van Wyk (a few years before he had had occasion



to imagine himself treated more badly than anybody



alive had ever been by a woman) felt for Captain



Whalley's optimistic views the disdain of a man who



had once been credulous himself。  His disgust with the



world (the woman for a time had filled it for him com…



pletely) had taken the form of activity in retirement;



because; though capable of great depth of feeling; he



was energetic and essentially practical。  But there was



in that uncommon old sailor; drifting on the outskirts



of his busy solitude; something that fascinated his



skepticism。  His very simplicity (amusing enough) was



like a delicate refinement of an upright character。  The



striking dignity of manner could be nothing else; in a



man reduced to such a humble position; but the ex…



pression of something essentially noble in the character。



With all his trust in mankind he was no fool; the seren…



ity of his temper at the end of so many years; since it



could not obviously have been appeased by success; wore



an air of profound wisdom。  Mr。 Van Wyk was amused



at it sometimes。  Even the very physical traits of the



old captain of the Sofala; his powerful frame; his re…



poseful mien; his intelligent; handsome face; the big



limbs; the benign courtesy; the touch of rugged severity



in the shaggy eyebrows; made up a seductive person…



ality。  Mr。 Van Wyk disliked littleness of every kind;



but there was nothing small about that man; and in



the exemplary regularity of many trips an intimacy had



grown up between them; a warm feeling at bottom under



a kindly stateliness of forms agreeable to his fastidious…



ness。







They kept their respective opinions on all worldly



matters。  His other convictions Captain Whalley never



intruded。  The difference of their ages was like another



bond between them。  Once; when twitted with the un…



charitableness of his youth; Mr。 Van Wyk; running his



eye over the vast proportions of his interlocutor; re…



torted in friendly banter







〃Oh。  You'll come to my way of thinking yet。  You'll



have plenty of time。  Don't call yourself old: you look



good for a round hundred。〃







But he could not help his stinging incisiveness; and



though moderating it by an almost affectionate smile;



he added







〃And by then you will probably consent to die from



sheer disgust。〃







Captain Whalley; smiling too; shook his head。  〃God



forbid!〃







He thought that perhaps on the whole he deserved



something better than to die in such sentiments。  The



time of course would have to come; and he trusted to



his Maker to provide a manner of going out of which



he need not be ashamed。  For the rest he hoped he



would live to a hundred if need be: other men had been



known; it would be no miracle。  He expected no miracles。







The pronounced; argumentative tone caused Mr。 Van



Wyk to raise his head and look at him steadily。  Cap…



tain Whalley was gazing fixedly with a rapt expression;



as though he had seen his Creator's favorable decree



written in mysterious characters on the wall。  He kept



perfectly motionless for a few seconds; then got his vast



bulk on to his feet so impetuously that Mr。 Van Wyk



was startled。







He struck first a heavy blow on his inflated chest: and;



throwing out horizontally a big arm that remained



steady; extended in the air like the limb of a tree on



a windless day







〃Not a pain or an ache there。  Can you see this shake



in the least?〃







His voice was low; in an awing; confident contrast with



the headlong emphasis of his movements。  He sat down



abruptly。







〃This isn't to boast of it; you know。  I am nothing;〃



he said in his effortless strong voice; that seemed to



come out as naturally as a river flows。  He picked up the



stump of the cigar he had laid aside; and added peace…



fully; with a slight nod; 〃As it happens; my life is



necessary; it isn't my own; it isn'tGod knows。〃







He did not say much for the rest of the evening; but



several times Mr。 Van Wyk detected a faint smile of



assurance flitting under the heavy mustache。







Later on Captain Whalley would now and then consent



to dine 〃at the house。〃  He could even be induced to



drink a glass of wine。  〃Don't think I am afraid of it;



my good sir;〃 he explained。  〃There was a very good



reason why I should give it up。〃







On another occasion; leaning back at ease; he remarked;



〃You have treated me mostmost humanely; my dear



Mr。 Van Wyk; from the very first。〃







〃You'll admit there was some merit;〃 Mr。 Van Wyk



hinted slyly。  〃An associate of that excellent Massy。



。 。 。  Well; well; my dear captain; I won't say a word



against him。〃







〃It would be no use your saying anything against



him;〃 Captain Whalley affirmed a little moodily。  〃As



I've told you before; my lifemy work; is necessary; not



for myself alone。  I can't choose〃 。 。 。  He paused;



turned the glass before him right round。 。 。 。  〃I have



an only childa daughter。〃







The ample downward sweep of his arm over the table



seemed to suggest a small girl at a vast distance。  〃I



hope to see her once more before I die。  Meantime it's



enough to know that she has me sound and solid; thank



God。  You can't understand how one feels。  Bone of my



bone; flesh of my flesh; the very image of my poor wife。



Well; she 。 。 。〃







Again he paused; then pronounced stoically the words;



〃Sh

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