And at the same time the incomparable shame of the last evening blazed up in his mind.
'Have it your own way!' he said hoarsely.
'Oh, I knew you would walk up,' said Huish.

'Now for the letter.

There's paper, pens and ink.

Sit down and I'll dictyte.' The captain took a seat and the pen, looked a while helplessly at the paper, then at Huish.

The swing had gone the other way; there was a blur upon his eyes.