They were married a fortnight later in Durban and a very pleasant affair it was, since Sir Alexander, who by the way, treated me most handsomely from a business point of view, literally entertained the whole town on that festive occasion.
Immediately afterwards Stephen, accompanied by Mr.and Mrs.Eversley and his father, took his wife home "to be educated," though what that process consisted of I never heard.

Hans and I saw them off at the Point and our parting was rather sad, although Hans went back the richer by the L500 which Stephen had promised him.

He bought a farm with the money, and on the strength of his exploits, established himself as a kind of little chief.

Of whom more later--as they say in the pedigree books.
Sammy, too, was set up as the proprietor of a small hotel, where he spent most of his time in the bar dilating to the customers in magnificent sentences that reminded me of the style of a poem called "The Essay on Man" (which I once tried to read and couldn't), about his feats as a warrior among the wild Mazitu and the man-eating, devil-worshipping Pongo tribes.
Two years or less afterwards I received a letter, from which I must quote a passage: "As I told you, my father has given a living which he owns to Mr.
Eversley, a pretty little place where there isn't much for a parson to do.

I think it rather bores my respected parents-in-law.
At any rate, 'Dogeetah' spends a lot of his time wandering about the New Forest, which is near by, with a butterfly-net and trying to imagine that he is back in Africa.