The steward left for the chutney, and Morris looking after him, saw
that there was some discussion between him and the steward of the other
table. Finally, Morris's steward came back and said, "I am very sorry,
sir, but they are using the chutney at that table."

"Now look here, steward," said Morris, "you know that you are here to
take care of us, and that at the end of the voyage I will take care of
you. Don't make any mistake about that. You understand me?"

"Yes, sir, I do," said the steward. "Thank you, sir."

"All right," replied Morris. "Now you understand that I want chutney,
and chutney I am going to have."

Steward number one waited until steward number two had disappeared after
another order, and then he deftly reached over, took the chutney sauce,
and placed it before Mr. Morris.

"Now, Miss Earle, I hope that you will like this chutney sauce. You see
there is some difficulty in getting it, and that of itself ought to be a
strong recommendation for it."

"It is a little too hot to suit me," answered the young lady, trying the
Indian sauce, "still, there is a pleasant flavour about it that I like."

"Oh, you are all right," said Morris, jauntily; "you will be a victim of
the chutney habit before two days. People who dislike it at first are
its warmest advocates afterwards. I use the word warmest without any
allusion to the sauce itself, you know. I shall now try some myself."