"Yes. If you don't find me there you will wait for further instructions. You may have to join me on the other side of the channel."
"I hope so, Sir."
"Sick of England already?"
"Never cared much for it, Sir. I began to think I should die of the dulness of this place."
"Rather more luxurious than our old quarters at St. Heliers ten years ago, when you were marker at Jewson's, while I was teaching drawing and French at the fashionable academies of the island."
"That was bad, Sir; but luxury isn't everything in life. A man's mind goes to rust in a place of this kind."
"Well, there will not be much rust for you in future, I believe. How would you like it if I were to take you back to the shores of the Pacific?"
"That's just what I should like, Sir. You were a king there, and I was your prime minister."
"And I may be a king again—perhaps this time with a queen—a proud and beautiful queen."
Le Mescam smiled, and shrugged his shoulders.