In the square outside the Consulate a squad from the flagship were setting up a temporary band-stand, where the ship's band was to play when evening fell, while Hutcheson, perspiring in his uniform, drove with the Admiral to make the calls of courtesy upon the authorities which international etiquette demanded.
Myself, I had taken a boat out to the _Bulwark_, the great battleship flying the Admiral's flag, and was sitting on deck with my old friend Captain Jack Durnford, of the Royal Marines.

Each year when the fleet put into Leghorn we were inseparable, for in long years past, at Portsmouth, we had been close friends, and now he was able to pay me annual visits at my Italian home.
He was on duty that morning, therefore could not get ashore till after luncheon.
"I'll dine with you, of course, to-night, old chap," he said.

"And you must tell me all the news.

We're in here for six days, and I was half a mind to run home.

Two of our chaps got leave from the Admiral and left at three this morning for London--four days in the train and two in town! Gone to see their sweethearts, I suppose." The British naval officer in the Mediterranean delights to dash across Europe for a day at home if he can get leave and funds will allow.