To-morrow I sail for Colombo in the _Campaspe_.
But I cannot leave Bombay without dwelling once more on Mr.
Sanderson's great kindness.

To-night, as we sat together for the last time upon the balcony of Craigie Cottage, I declare that my heart was too full for words.

My host apparently was revolving other thoughts, for when he spoke it was to say-- "'Visited his brother in Trichinopoly, eh?
Only just returned, too-- h'm! What I want to know is, why the devil he returned at all?
There are plenty of vessels at Madras.' "'But Colliver is not the man who cares to follow the shortest distance between two points,' I answered.

'Why should he not return to Bombay ?' "'I'll beg ye to observe,' said Mr.Sanderson, 'that the question is not 'why shouldn't he ?' but 'why should he ?'' "'At any rate,' said I, 'I'll be on my guard.' "This suspicion on my behalf has become quite a mania with my host.
I thought it best to let him grumble his fill, and then endeavoured to thank him for his great kindness.
"'Don't say another word,' he interrupted.

'I owe ye some reparation for being mixed up in this at all.