Ometsu. Jack, dear, I don’t think he can be well. He was like that when I came down, and I had to give him some brandy——
Jack (wheeling round in his chair). Brandy! Simpson, what do you want brandy for?
Simpson. It’s just a touch of faintness, sir, I think—I think——
Jack. You think? Are you sure you’ve not been drinking?
Simpson. No, sir, no, really.... I’m all right, now, sir.
Jack. Well, you don’t look it. But the drive will put you right. You run out and tell the boy to bring the trap here by eleven.
Simpson. Yes, sir. (Simpson goes out half-dazed, and Jack sits down again.)
Jack (in a tone of sympathy to Ometsu). I know what it is, darling. He’s fretting about me and the ship. Of course I know he thinks I’m a wonderful sailor and that I’m cut out for an admiral, and that nobody’s worth knowing who isn’t in the Navy; but he’ll soon get over that once we’re at Singapore and get to work on our little schooner. By Jove, pettling, we shall have to show what we can do as sailors then!
Ometsu. But I shall be with you, and we shall be so happy, and I am so proud of you, Jack—my Jack!