"Of me, sir ?" he said.
Saltash nodded again.

He was fingering the stem of his glass, his queer eyes dancing a little.

"We've got to make a respectable citizen of you--somehow," he said.
"Do you think that matters, sir ?" said Toby.
Saltash raised his glass.

"You won't always be a boy of sixteen, you know, Toby," he said lightly.

"We've got to think of the future--whether we want to or not." "I don't see why, sir," said Toby.
"You see, you're young," said Saltash, and drank with the air of one who drinks a toast.
Suddenly he turned in his chair, the glass still in his hand.
"Our last night on board!" he said, with a royal gesture of invitation.
"You shall drink with me." Toby's face flushed burningly.