"It`s not the woman who was dancing with the quartermaster last night? " asked Mrs. Davidson.
"That`s who it must be," said Mrs. Macphail. "I wondered at the time what she was. She looked rather fast to me."
"Not good style at all," said Mrs. Davidson.
They began to talk of other things, and after dinner, tired with their early rise, they separated and slept. When they awoke, though the sky was still grey and the clouds hung low, it was not raining, and they went for a walk on the high road which the Americans had built along the bay.
On their return they found that Davidson had just come in.
We may be here for a fortnight, he said irritably. "I`ve argued it out with the governor, but he says there is nothing to be done."
"Mr. Davidson`s just longing to get back to his work," said his wife, with an anxious glance at him.
"We`ve been away for a year," he said, walking up and down the verandah. "The mission has been in charge of native missionaries and I`m terribly nervous that they`ve let things slide. They`re good men, I`m not saying a word against them, God-fearing, devout, and truly Christian men - their Christianity would put many so-called Christians at home to the blush - but they`re pitifully lacking in energy, They can make a stand once, they can make a stand twice, but they can`t make a stand all the time. If you leave a mission in charge of a native missionary, no matter how trust-worhy he seems, in course of time you`ll find he`s let abuses creep in."
Mr. Davidson stood still. With his tall, spare form, and his great eyes flashing out of his pale face, he was an impressive figure. His sincerity was obvious in the fire of his gestures and in his deep, ringing voice.
"I expect to have my work cut out for me. I shall act and I shall act promptly. If the tree is rotten it shall be cut down and cast into the flames."
And in the evening after the high tea which was their last meal, while they sat in the stiff parlour, the ladies working and Dr. Macphail smoking his pipe, the missionary told them of his work in the islands.
"When we went there they had no sense of sin at all," he said. "They broke the commandments one after the other and never knew they were doing wrong. And I think that was the most difficult part of my work, to