“Let him rest, Wat,” cried Gil impatiently. “My father would never have looked over an act of folly or disobedience. Neither will I.”
“You never ordered me not to go,” growled Wat.
“Then I do now, sir! Look here. What does it mean? Are you not ashamed of yourself, carrying on these gallantries? There was that Carib woman out at Essequibo.”
“Hah!” with a smokeless exhalation.
“And the flat-nosed Malayan in the Eastern Seas.”
“Hah!”
“And that Chinese, yellow, moon-faced woman.”
“Hah!”
“And the black girl on the Guinea Coast.”
“Hah!”