"
"That was months ago, and I only objected to your making money for travelling
expenses. You've shot your bolt here and it has gone home. Go away and do some
work, and see some things."
"Get some of the fat off you; you're disgracefully out of condition," said the
Nilghai, making a plunge from the chair and grasping a handful of Dick
generally over the right ribs. "Soft as putty--pure tallow born of over-
feeding. Train it off, Dickie."
"We're all equally gross, Nilghai. Next time you have to take the field you'll
sit down, wink your eyes, gasp, and die in a fit."
"Never mind. You go away on a ship. Go to Lima again, or to Brazil. There's
always trouble in South America."
"Do you suppose I want to be told where to go? Great Heavens, the only
difficulty is to know where I'm to stop. But I shall stay here, as I told you
before."
"Then you'll be buried in Kensal Green and turn into adipocere with the
others," said Torpenhow. "Are you thinking of commissions in hand? Pay forfeit
and go. You've money enough to travel as a king if you please."
"You've the grisliest notions of amusement, Torp. I think I see myself shipping
first class on a six-thousand-ton hotel, and asking the third engineer what
makes the engines go round, and whether it isn't very warm in the stokehold.
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