“Where was I?—­Oh, yes!  You hold it right to give money in charity to deserving objects.  Now these men out at sea were left for years, perhaps for centuries, to live as a class without hope or help.  Dear good creatures like my own uncle actually never knew that such people were in existence.  They were far worse off than savages who have plantains and pumpkins and cocoanuts, and they were our own good flesh and blood, yet we neglected them.”

“So we do the East Enders, and the Lancashire operatives and the dock labourers.”

“True.  But we are doing better now.  Then you see the East End has been discovered a long time, and visitors can walk; but the poor North Sea men were left alone, until lately, by everybody.”

“Still, we haven’t come to why I should help them.”

“Oh! uncle, you are a commercial man.  Look at selfish reasons alone.  You know how much we depend on sailors, and you often say the country is so very, very ill-provided with them.  And these men are—­oh! such splendid seamen.  Fancy them staying out for two months with a gale of wind per week, and doing it in little boats about eighty feet long.  You should see a hundred of them moving about in mazes and never running into any trouble.  Oh! uncle, it is wonderful.  Well, now, these men would be all ready for us if we were in national danger.  I heard Mr. Fullerton say that hundreds of them are in the Naval Reserve, and as soon as they learned their way about an ironclad, they would take to the work by instinct.  There is nothing they don’t understand about the sea, and wind and weather.  Would any negro help us?  Why, Lord Wolseley told your friend Sir James Roche that a thousand Fantees ran away from fifty painted men of some other tribe; and Lord Wolseley said that you can only make a negro of that sort defend himself by telling him that he will die if he runs away.  You wouldn’t neglect our own men who are so brave.  Why they might have to defend London, where all your money is, and they would do it too.” (Oh! the artful minx!) “And we send missions to nasty, brutal Fantees who run away from enemies, and we leave our own splendid creatures far worse off than dogs.”

“Well, if I’m not having the law laid down to me, I should like to know who ever had.  But I’m interested.  Let’s go round by the avenue, through the kitchen garden, and then round to the front by road, and make the walk as long as you can.  Why on earth didn’t Blair tell me something of this before?  Most wonderful.  He talks enough, heaven knows, about anything and everything, but he never mentioned that.  Why?” “Now don’t be a crusty dear.  I don’t know what good form is, but he told me he thought it would hardly he good form to bring up the subject in your company, as it might seem as though he were hinting at a donation.  Now that’s plain.”

“Good.  Now never mind the preaching.  I understand you to say that’s done good.”