"Come up by the packet?"
"No; came up with The Tigress."
"The Tigress!" The doctor laughed. "You'd have hit it off better if you'd called her The Sow. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. Oh, I know. You give her a daub here and there where the rust shows. A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht."
"Good enough for me. She's plenty clean below."
"I'll bet she still smells to heaven with sour coconut. Bring your liveralong?"
"I sometimes wonder if I have any—if it isn't the hole where it was that aches."
"You look pretty fit."
"Oh, a shave and a clean suit will do a lot. It's a pity you wouldn't give me the prescription instead of the medicine, so I could have it filled nearer home."
"I'd never set eyes on you again. You'd be coming up to Hong-Kong, but you'd be cutting out Canton. I'll bet you've been in Hong-Kong these two weeks already, and never a line to me."
"Didn't want any lectures spoiling a good time."