I'm not over-keen on sudden importations.

You never know what they may bring aboard with them." Saltash's eyes gleamed mischievously.

"Better inoculate the whole crew at once! He's more like a stray spaniel than anything else." "A King Charles!" suggested Larpent, with the flicker of an eyelid.
"Well, my lord, let's have a look at your latest find!" They went below, Saltash whistling a careless air.

He was usually in high spirits when not suffering from boredom.
Someone else was whistling in the vicinity of his cabin, but it was not from the valet's cabin that the cheery sounds proceeded.

They found him in the bathroom with an oily rag, rubbing up the taps.
He desisted immediately at their entrance and stood smartly at attention.
His eye was badly swollen and discoloured, he looked wretchedly ill, but he managed to smile at Saltash, who took him by the shoulder and made him face the light.
"What are you doing in here, you--scaramouch?
Didn't I tell you to lie still?
Here he is, Larpent! What do you think of him?
A poor sort of specimen, eh ?" "What's his name ?" said Larpent.
"Toby Barnes, sir," supplied the boy promptly.
"And there's nothing under the sun he can't do except drive cars," put in Saltash, "and obey orders." Toby winced a little.