The exhibit was lying on his back staring at the roof of the berth. By
lying absolutely still and forcing himself to think of purely inland
scenes and objects he had contrived to reduce the green in his
complexion to a mere tinge. But it would be paltering with the truth to
say that he felt _debonair_. He received Sam with a wan austerity.
"Sit down!" he said. "Don't stand there swaying like that. I can't bear
it."
"Why, we aren't out of the harbour yet. Surely you aren't going to be
sea-sick already."
"I can issue no positive guarantee. Perhaps if I can keep my mind off
it ... I have had good results for the last ten minutes by thinking
steadily of the Sahara. There," said Eustace Hignett with enthusiasm,
"is a place for you! That is something like a spot! Miles and miles of
sand and not a drop of water anywhere!"
Sam sat down on the lounge.
"You're quite right. The great thing is to concentrate your mind on
other topics. Why not, for instance, tell me some more about your
unfortunate affair with that girl--Billie Bennett I think you said her
name was.
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