demand for it, a great number of people not knowing what chutney is."

"Thank you," said the young lady, "I am glad to find that I am in the
majority, at least, even in the matter of ignorance."

"Well, as I was saying, chutney is rather a seductive sauce. You may
not like it at first, but it grows on you. You acquire, as it were,
the chutney habit. An old Indian traveller, whom I had the pleasure of
crossing with once, and who sat at the same table with me, demanded
chutney. He initiated me into the mysteries of chutney, and he had a
chutney fight all the way across."

"I still have to confess that I do not see what there is to fight about
in the matter of chutney."

"Don't you? Well, you shall soon have a practical illustration of the
terrors of a chutney fight. Steward," called Morris, "just bring me a
bottle of chutney, will you?"

"Chutney, air?" asked the steward, as if he had never heard the word
before.

"Yes, chutney. Chutney sauce."

"I am afraid, sir," said the steward, "that we haven't any chutney
sauce."

"Oh yes, you have. I see a bottle there on the captain's table. I think
there is a second bottle at the smaller table. Just two doors up the
street. Have the kindness to bring it to me."