“Nov. 23rd.—­I have been down to look at the vessel, and find that a most comfortable little cabin has been set apart for me.  But the strangest thing is that I met Colliver also inspecting the ship.  He was most surprised at seeing me, and evidently imagined me home in England by this time.  I told him of my meeting with John Railton, and he replied—­

“’Oh, yes; I have taken him into my service.  We are going together to Ceylon, as I have travelled about India enough for the present.  I went to visit my brother at Trichinopoly, and have only just returned to Bombay.  Unfortunately the captain of the Campaspe declares he is unable to take me, so I shall have to wait.’

“I explained the reasons of the captain’s reluctance, and offered him a share of my cabin if Captain Dodge would consent to be burdened with Railton’s company.

“‘Oh, for that matter,’ replied he, ’Railton can follow; but he’s a handy fellow, and I daresay would make himself useful without payment.’

“We consulted Captain Dodge, who admitted himself ready to take another passenger, and even to accommodate Railton, if that were my wish.  Only, he explained, Mr. Sanderson had especially told him that I should wish to be alone, being an invalid.  So the bargain was struck.

“Mr. Sanderson did not seem altogether pleased when I informed him that I intended to take a companion.  He asked many questions about Colliver, and was especially anxious to know if I had confided anything of my plans to him.  So far was this from being the case that Colliver, as I informed my host, had never betrayed the least interest in my movements.  At this Mr. Sanderson merely grunted, and asked me when I intended to learn prudence, adding that one crack in the head was enough for most men, but he supposed I wanted more.  I admit that, pleasant companion as Colliver is, I should prefer to be entirely alone upon this adventure.  But I could not deny the invitation without appearing unnecessarily rude, and I owe him much gratitude for having made the outward voyage so pleasant.  Besides, we shall part at Colombo.

“Nov. 25th.—­I make this entry (my last upon Indian soil) just before retiring to rest.  To-morrow I sail for Colombo in the Campaspe.  But I cannot leave Bombay without dwelling once more on Mr. Sanderson’s great kindness.  To-night, as we sat together for the last time upon the balcony of Craigie Cottage, I declare that my heart was too full for words.  My host apparently was revolving other thoughts, for when he spoke it was to say—­

“’Visited his brother in Trichinopoly, eh?  Only just returned, too—­ h’m!  What I want to know is, why the devil he returned at all?  There are plenty of vessels at Madras.’

“’But Colliver is not the man who cares to follow the shortest distance between two points,’ I answered.  ’Why should he not return to Bombay?’

“‘I’ll beg ye to observe,’ said Mr. Sanderson, ’that the question is not ‘why shouldn’t he?’ but ‘why should he?’’