"Sounding, sounding the Ganges, floating down with the tide, Moore me close to
Charnock, next to my nut-brown bride.
My blessing to Kate at Fairlight--Holwell, my thanks to you; Steady! We steer
for heaven, through sand-drifts cold and blue."
"Now what is there in that nonsense to make a man restless?" said Dick, hauling
Binkie from his feet to his chest.
"It depends on the man," said Torpenhow.
"The man who has been down to look at the sea," said the Nilghai.
"I didn't know she was going to upset me in this fashion."
"That's what men say when they go to say good-bye to a woman. It's more easy
though to get rid of three women than a piece of one's life and surroundings."
"But a woman can be----" began Dick, unguardedly.
"A piece of one's life," continued Torpenhow. "No, she can't." His face
darkened for a moment. "She says she wants to sympathise with you and help you
in your work, and everything else that clearly a man must do for himself. Then
she sends round five notes a day to ask why the dickens you haven't been
wasting your time with her."
"Don't generalise," said the Nilghai. "By the time you arrive at five notes a
day you must have gone through a good deal and behaved accordingly.
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