Mr. Sabin bowed and walked slowly away, lighting a fresh cigarette. If it was acting, it was very admirably done.
CHAPTER XLIII
THE COMING OF THE “KAISER WILHELM”
The habit of early rising was one which Mr. Sabin had never cultivated, and breakfast was a meal which he abhorred. It was not until nearly midday on the following morning that he appeared on deck, and he had scarcely exchanged his customary greeting with the captain, before he was joined by Mr. Watson, who had obviously been on the look-out for him.
“I want, sir,” the latter commenced, “to apologise to you for my conduct last night.”
Mr. Sabin looked at him keenly.
“There is no necessity for anything of the sort,” he said. “If any apology is owing at all, it is, I think, to your wife.”
Mr. Watson shook his head vigorously.