In the afternoon I made a trip for'ard to the galley to make his acquaintance.

To all intents he was a Chinese, until he spoke, whereupon, measured by speech alone, he was an Englishman.

In fact, so cultured was his speech that I can fairly say it was vested with an Oxford accent.

He, too, was old, fully sixty--he acknowledged fifty-nine.

Three things about him were markedly conspicuous: his smile, that embraced all of his clean-shaven Asiatic face and Asiatic eyes; his even-rowed, white, and perfect teeth, which I deemed false until Wada ascertained otherwise for me; and his hands and feet.