Solitude, shade, and gloomy silence--and a faint, treacherous breeze which came from under the trees and quite unexpectedly caused the melting Davidson to shiver slightly--the little shiver of the tropics which in Sourabaya, especially, often means fever and the hospital to the incautious white man.
The prudent Davidson sought shelter in the nearest darkened room.

In the artificial dusk, beyond the levels of shrouded billiard-tables, a white form heaved up from two chairs on which it had been extended.

The middle of the day, table d'hote tiffin once over, was Schomberg's easy time.

He lounged out, portly, deliberate, on the defensive, the great fair beard like a cuirass over his manly chest.

He did not like Davidson, never a very faithful client of his.