On looking back to this painful adventure, too, it now seems equally
natural that the same process, carried to its logical conclusion, should
have wakened some deep instinct in me that, wholly without direction
from my will, set itself sharply and persistently upon the watch from
that very moment. Thenceforward the personality of Sangree was never
far from my thoughts, and I was for ever analysing and searching for the
explanation that took so long in coming.
"I declare, Hubbard, you're tanned like an aboriginal, and you look like
one, too," laughed Maloney.
"And I can return the compliment," was my reply, as we all gathered
round a brew of tea to exchange news and compare notes.
And later, at supper, it amused me to observe that the distinguished
tutor, once clergyman, did not eat his food quite as "nicely" as he did
at home--he devoured it; that Mrs. Maloney ate more, and, to say the
least, with less delay, than was her custom in the select atmosphere of
her English dining-room; and that while Joan attacked her tin plateful
with genuine avidity, Sangree, the Canadian, bit and gnawed at his,
laughing and talking and complimenting the cook all the while, and
making me think with secret amusement of a starved animal at its first
meal.
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