"It was just before I first stayed with you.

However, he has had a regular succession of photographs sent out to him, and will know me easily enough." Poor Derrick! I can't think of that day even now without a kind of mental shiver.

We watched the great steamer as it glided up to the quay, and Derrick scanned the crowded deck with eager eyes, but could nowhere see the tall, soldierly figure that had lingered so long in his memory.
He stood with his hand resting on the rail of the gangway, and when presently it was raised to the side of the steamer, he still kept his position, so that he could instantly catch sight of his father as he passed down.

I stood close behind him, and watched the motley procession of passengers; most of them had the dull colourless skin which bespeaks long residence in India, and a particularly yellow and peevish-looking old man was grumbling loudly as he slowly made his way down the gangway.
"The most disgraceful scene!" he remarked.

"The fellow was as drunk as he could be." "Who was it ?" asked his companion.
"Why, Major Vaughan, to be sure.