OLD COMRADES ON
NEW SEAS
1891-1898A pale flat light showed outside the windows without making its way into the room.
Though the breakfast table had been cleared for more than an hour, there was still a heavy reminder of food in the air. It was the time of day Rud most feared, alone face-to-face with the work that he must do if he was to make a life for himself here. On his own once more in London, he was struggling.
But at least he had a new project, a joint venture.
A brief knock and Wolcott Balestier was with him. With hardly a word they sat down together, one each side of the scarred mahogany table. It was not twelve hours since they had parted after one of those evenings at home with the Balestiers that he looked forward to. Wolcott’s sister Carrie made a fellow feel at home, even
