During breakfast next morning, I noticed more than once my uncle's eyes fixed on me in a very significant way, and Dr. Rendall seemed to notice it too, for when breakfast was over he tactfully left us to ourselves.
"H'm, you have lost no time in making yourself look like a Christian again, I notice," my uncle began.
"I lost no time in beginning, sir, but I assure you it was a devilish stiff conversion."
"And what was your hurry, Roger?"
"Anxiety to do you credit, Uncle Francis."
"You are becoming a dutiful nephew damned suddenly," observed Sir
Francis.
"It has come on during this lonely life," I explained.
"In that case what shall we do with ourselves this morning? Revisit the scene of last night's affair, eh?"
"I thought a walk in the other direction might give you a better idea of this interesting island," I suggested.
"Is there anything to see in the other direction?" he enquired, still with the same gravity, but with an eye that inadvertently twinkled every now and then.