"Robert Stevenson, Lloyd Osbourne. The Wrecker (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

"Well, I suppose it's all right about the cargo," said Havens.

"O, I suppose so!" replied Dodd. "Shall we go into the papers?"

"We'll have all to-morrow, you know," said Havens; "and they'll be rather
expecting you at the club. C'est l'heure de l'absinthe. Of course, Loudon,
you'll dine with me later on?"

Mr. Dodd signified his acquiescence; drew on his white coat, not without a
trifling difficulty, for he was a man of middle age, and well-to-do;
arranged his beard and moustaches at one of the Venetian mirrors; and,
taking a broad felt hat, led the way through the trade-room into the ship's
waist.

The stern boat was waiting alongside,-a boat of an elegant model, with
cushions and polished hard-wood fittings.

"You steer," observed Loudon. "You know the best place to land."

"I never like to steer another man's boat," replied Havens.

"Call it my partner's, and cry quits," returned Loudon, getting
nonchalantly down the side.

Havens followed and took the yoke lines without further protest. "I am sure
I don't know how you make this pay," he said. "To begin with, she is too
big for the trade, to my taste; and then you carry so much style."

"I don't know that she does pay," returned Loudon. "I never pretend to be a
business man. My partner appears happy; and the money is all his, as I told
you-I only bring the want of business habits."

"You rather like the berth, I suppose?" suggested Havens.

"Yes," said Loudon; "it seems odd, but I rather do."

While they were yet on board, the sun had dipped; the sunset gun (a rifle)
cracked from the war-schooner, and the colours had been handed down. Dusk
was deepening as they came ashore; and the Cercle Internationale (as the
club is officially and significantly named) began to shine, from under its
low verandas, with the light of many lamps. The good hours of the
twenty-four drew on; the hateful, poisonous day-fly of Nukahiva, was
beginning to desist from its activity; the land-breeze came in refreshing
draughts; and the club men gathered together for the hour of absinthe. To
the commandant himself, to the man whom he was then contending with at
billiards-a trader from the next island, honorary member of the club, and
once carpenter's mate on board a Yankee war-shipto the doctor of the port,
to the Brigadier of Gendarmerie, to the opium farmer, and to all the white
men whom the tide of commerce, or the chances of shipwreck and desertion,
had stranded on the beach of Tai-o-hae, Mr. Loudon Dodd was formally