He had, however, never before put into Leghorn.
After we had arranged that his captain should come to me in the afternoon and make a formal report of the accident, we went out together across the white sunny piazza to Nasi's, the well-known pastry-cook's, where it is the habit of the Livornese to take their ante-luncheon vermouth.
The more I saw of Hornby, the more I liked him.

He was chatty and witty, and treated his accident as a huge joke.
"We shall be here quite a week, I suppose," he said as we were taking our vermouth.

"We're on our way down to the Greek Islands, as my friend Chater wants to see them.

The engineer says there's something strained that we must get mended.

But, by the way," he added, "why don't you dine with us on board to-night?
Do.