[Calling.] Selim!
Alec.
No, don't trouble. The poor chap's just turned in, dropping with sleep. I told him he might till I called him. I don't want much, and I can easily get it myself. [He goes to a case and takes out a tin of meat and some ship's biscuits.] It's rather a nuisance that we've not been able to get any game lately.
[He sets the food down before him, sits down,
and begins to eat.
Dick.
[Ironically.] Appetising, isn't it?
Alec.
Splendid!
Dick.
You have all the instincts of the primeval savage, Alec. It enrages and disgusts me.