By his smooth, ruddy face, and tunic of purest white, he seemed a runaway parson gone farther wrong than ever.
"I've come to stay a month!" he cried; and dancing up, caught Heywood's hands and whirled him about.

"I was fair bursting to see ye, my boy! And here we are, at last!" Though his cheeks were flushed, and eyes alarmingly bright, he was beyond question sober.

Over his head, Heywood and Rudolph exchanged an anxious glance.
"Good! but this is Hackh's house--the nunnery," said the one; and the other added, "You're just in time for dinner." The captain found these facts to be excruciating.

He clapped Rudolph on the arm, and crowed:-- "Nunnery?
We'll make it a bloomin' chummery!--Dinner be 'anged! A banquet.

What's more, I've brought the chow"-- he swept the huddled boxes with a prodigal gesture,--"lashin's o' food and drink! That's what it is: a banquet!" He turned again to his sweating followers, and flung the head coolie a handful of silver, crying, "_Sub-log kiswasti!_ Divide, and be off with ye! _Jao_, ye beggars! Not a pice more.