“Then oblige me by taking the tickets. Steward, find the tickets for Mr. Harker.”
“Where are they, Captain Cary?”
“I told you to find them.”
“Very good, Captain Cary.”
They were in the pocket of the Captain’s go-ashore coat. They were handed over to Sard.
“You can take your own time, of course, Mr. Harker,” the captain said. “Let me see, you never got ashore here in the Venturer?”
“No, sir.”
“And I think you were only ashore once this time since the anchors were down. You ought to see the place; not that there’s anything to see: so stay out of the ship if you wish, till the tug’s alongside. I have always gone by the maxim, Mr. Harker, that one ought to see everything that one has the chance of seeing; because in life not many have one chance and none has two.”
“Thank you, Captain Cary. Are we to heave in, sir?”
“Not till this afternoon, Mr. Harker.”