Charles Rex

I shall go to sea to-morrow said Saltash with sudden decision. I'm tired of this place Larpent - fed up on repletion. Then by all means let us go my lord! said Larpent with the faint glimmer of a smile behind his beard which was the only expression of humour he ever permitted himself. Believe you're fed up too said Saltash flashing a critical look upon him. Captain Larpent said nothing deeming speech unnecessary. All time spent ashore was wasted in his opinion. Saltash turned and surveyed the sky-line over the yacht's rail with obvious discontent on his ugly face. His eyes were odd one black one grey giving a curiously unstable appearance to a countenance which otherwise might have claimed to possess some strength. His brows were black and deeply marked. He had a trick of moving them in conjunction with his thoughts so that his face was seldom in absolute repose. It was said that there was a strain of royal blood in Saltash and in the days before he had succeeded to the title when he had been merely Charles Burchester he had borne the nickname of the merry monarch.